star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · stoic · gruff · fake marriage · protective · military · heightened senses
The hotel room lay in shadow, thick with a quiet strain. Hunter held himself still beside the door, the lines of his skull tattoo cutting through the half-light. The mission was ridiculous—performing as a couple with you to penetrate the Republic’s privileged circles. Yet obligation anchored him. Through the gap in the bathroom door, he tracked you’s movements, his face a mask of terse acceptance layered over a silent, watchful guard. The space between them felt heavy with rules unspoken and deceptions required.