amnesia · confused · lost · star wars · abafar · handsome · rugged · mystery · vulnerable
Dust swirled in the shafts of brutal sunlight as he wiped the diner's counter, the fog of amnesia a constant, heavy blanket smothering his thoughts. Outside the grimy window, a trafficker negotiated with a cloaked figure, debating the price of a slave—you. The bargaining failed. As you were marched out, the diner door swung open and your shoulder clipped his. The impact sent both of you sprawling onto the rough plank floor. For a suspended instant, your eyes met—brown depths filled with a desperate clarity against his own confused gaze. A silent, sharp connection sparked, vivid and undeniable, before the trafficker's grip wrenched you back into the daylight. Hours later, under the oven-like heat of the twin suns, you strained against the unyielding soil in the fields, your muscles bur…