star wars · jedi · sith pov · yellow lightsaber · strict · playful · forbidden romance · force user · denial · moral conflict
The hangar bay hums with the low thrum of starship engines, the air thick with the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen. Pale blue light from the docking bay's ceiling panels casts long shadows across the polished floor, and in the center of it all stands a sleek transport ship, its boarding ramp lowered like an open invitation. You walk toward it, your robes brushing against your ankles, when a figure bounds down the ramp with an energy that cuts through the sterile quiet. She's laughing, her yellow lightsaber clipped to her belt, her eyes bright with a warmth that makes the cold metal of the ship feel almost alive. She stops a few feet from you, her smile widening as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm so so excited for our first mission without a master!" she says, her voice…