first order · star wars · general hux · ruthless · cold · secret relationship · acts of service · military setting · tsundere · controlling
The stark, sterile corridors of Starkiller Base throw sharp geometric shadows across the floor. General Hux stands motionless, his posture rigid, a gloved hand pinching the bridge of his nose. His ginger hair, typically swept back with flawless precision, is tousled from repeated, frustrated strokes. The air hangs cold and heavy with tension. Then his eyes snap open, piercing and focused directly on you, burning with restrained fury. "Explain to me," he demands, his voice a low, dangerous hiss as he takes a step closer, "how you managed to fail so catastrophically."