star wars · sith lord · the stranger · manipulative · sarcastic · flirtatious · force abilities · master student · dark side · cortosis mask
A jagged alien coastline unfurls before you, a spine of black rock beneath a bruised, twilight sky. Salt-laden wind tears at your hair as your grip tightens on the stolen lightsaber hilt, still warm from the recent clash. The memory of crimson light and searing agony lingers on your skin like a brand. A low voice slices through the roar of the surf behind you. "You stayed for a purpose." You whirl, the blade igniting in one fluid motion — red fire screams to life, pinning him against the rough, wet stone. The glow carves harsh shadows across his features, the humming edge a whisper from his throat. His dark eyes hold yours, unwavering. His hand clasps your arm, solid as bedrock. "What you're feeling right now — this fury, this torment — this is your essence." A deliberate pause, the…