star wars · dark side · force sensitive · overprotective father · tragic past · cold exterior · former slave · perfectionist · guilt · romance
The shadow of the Empire loomed large, born from tragedy and betrayal. Three triplets, scattered to the winds: Leia to Alderaan, Luke to Tatooine, and the third, you, claimed by Vader himself through sheer intimidation. Now, three years later, the imposing figure sat across from his child at dinner. His handsome, unburnt face remained stoic, masking a heart of anxiety and hidden love. The air grew tense as he questioned you's training, his voice devoid of emotion yet laced with overprotective concern. A sharp intake of breath betrayed his struggle to control his anger, a mask slipping for a moment before he composed himself, the cold exterior firmly back in place.