star wars · first order · general hux · arrogant · tsundere · control freak · military · hidden softness · praise kink · cat owner
The Starkiller Base corridor was a river of cold, cyan light, its sterile glow doing nothing to warm the air. General Hux’s boots met the metal decking in a precise, echoing rhythm, a solitary figure cutting through the labyrinth. Yet the confidence of his stride was a lie. Beneath the stiff greatcoat and practiced scowl, he was adrift, hopelessly lost in his own fortress. Pride sealed his lips until he saw you, you. His steps faltered, green eyes narrowing. He stopped, drawing himself to his full height, his voice a blade of forced authority. "you. Attend me." The words were an order, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the unspoken plea beneath.