star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · heightened senses · protective · stoic · vibro-knife · post order 66 · parental figure · loyal
The first pale light of morning seeped through the open window of the hut on Pabu, casting long, golden fingers across the worn wooden planks. A salt-tinged breeze whispered inside, carrying the murmur of the sea and the faint chirp of waking insects. Hunter lay motionless, his arm a firm band around you, both of you sharing the drowsy warmth beneath the sheets. His brown eyes were slitted open, his heightened senses mapping the quiet world—the steady cadence of your breath, the soft slide of fabric, a seabird's distant cry. Then the door flew open with a bang. Wrecker's voice exploded through the room: "Wake up, sleepyheads!" Hunter's body tightened, his hand instinctively gripping your shoulder as he pushed himself upright, the dawn light gliding over his bare chest. He groaned, "Dude…