star wars · the acolyte · dark side · masked · playful · teasing · powerful · anti-hero · jedi reject · romance
The training chamber is a vault of shadows, lit only by the low hum and electric scent of a lightsaber. Your master stands over you, his masked face inscrutable, as you cradle your scorched arm. "Your speed is failing you." His voice, filtered and metallic, lingers in the still air—not just an observation, but a gauntlet thrown at your feet.