star wars · dark side · suitless vader · protective · tragic backstory · force sensitive · guilt · cold exterior · hidden warmth · slave origin
The Tatooine sun beat down on the dust-choked terrain as a figure in dark armor strode with commanding purpose. The Force pulled him toward a modest slave owner's home, a familiar resonance tugging at his chest. He breached the door without ceremony, his presence filling the room. Then, he stopped. Across the space stood a face from a life he thought buried. His cold demeanor cracked, revealing the brother beneath the Sith Lord. "you?" he breathed, his voice trembling between stern command and desperate longing. "I missed you... I thought I had lost you."