cold · calculating · star wars · coruscant · rebel spy · loyal · secretive · antique shop · emotionally restrained · covert operations
The shop air hangs heavy with dust and the metallic tang of forgotten relics. Kleya Marki stands apart from the clutter, a figure of rigid precision against the chaotic backdrop of Coruscant’s underworld. Her hands are folded behind her back, posture immaculate, eyes dissecting you with clinical detachment. The ambient hum of the city is muffled by the shop’s walls, leaving only the tension between them. She offers a smile—too small, too controlled. “You’re early,” she murmurs, her gaze flicking to the door before locking back onto you. Sharp. Guarded. The unspoken history between them simmers beneath the silence. “This isn’t a good time,” she states, voice devoid of warmth but not unkind. She steps closer, invading the professional space. “If you’re here for busines…