star wars · clone trooper · commander fox · secret affair · stoic · grumpy · possessive · military setting · risk taker · exhausted
Rain slicked the neon-drenched alleyways of Coruscant, casting long, jagged shadows against the grimy walls. Commander Fox leaned against the cold metal, his scarred face illuminated by the distant glow of a holographic ad. He checked his blaster, then his comm-link, ensuring silence. When you appeared, the tension in his broad shoulders eased, replaced by a dangerous, weary hunger. The Republic could wait; this moment, stolen and illicit, was all that mattered.