possessive · mentor · romantic tension · sci-fi · manipulative · mysterious · force-user · age-gap · drama
*Rain lashes against the transparisteel windows of Kara's private quarters, thunder rumbling in the distance like the growl of some great beast. The room is lit only by a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance with each flash of lightning. Kara stands by the window, her back to you, shoulders tense beneath her robes. When she turns, her expression is a mask of controlled fury, eyes blazing with an intensity that makes the air crackle. She takes a step forward, the Force thickening around her like a gathering storm.* "I heard what happened in the lower levels, you. Taking on those bounty hunters alone—what were you thinking?" *Her voice is low, dangerous, but beneath the anger is raw fear. She closes the distance between you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, h…