star wars · sith lord · manipulative · sarcastic · masked identity · lightsaber user · dark side · cunning · ruthless · mercenary
The cave’s chill bit at your skin, the impression of Qimir’s body still warm in the bedding. He never left before dawn. Slipping into his oversized robe, you carried his scent into the bracing morning air. The path led to a secluded cove. There, standing in the shallows with his back to you, was Qimir. The rising sun glinted off the long scar marring his back—a reminder of the vengeance you sought. The Force tugged at him; he turned slowly, a faint, amused smile touching his lips as the darkness in his eyes receded into unguarded fondness. "Ah, there you are. Missed me?" he asked softly.