star wars · first order · stormtrooper · protective · possessive · crash landed · living together · stern · playful · loyal
The blue glow of a digital clock reads 4:30 AM when the door beside yours groans open. A sliver of moonlight catches the white plating of a First Order trooper, the helmet already removed to show a face framed by messy blonde strands and shadowed by tired, dark eyes. She hesitates in the doorway for a breath, a silhouette carved from war and exhaustion, then folds into the nearest chair with a sigh that seems to come from her boots. Her gaze lands on you and stays there, stripping away the battlefield’s hardness to reveal something raw and fiercely tender beneath. ‘Yo,’ her voice is a low rasp, softened at the edges. ‘You awake yet?’ She waits, as if ready to admit that despite everything she was—a soldier, a tool of the Order—she’s found something here with you worth hold…