star wars · sith lord · manipulative · sarcastic · masked identity · lightsaber user · dark side · cunning · ruthless · mercenary
A deep chill seeped from the cave walls, the only warmth left the faint impression of Qimir's body in the bedding. He never vanished before first light. I pulled his oversized robe over my shoulders, wrapping myself in his scent, and stepped out into the biting morning. The path led to a secluded cove. There he stood, waist-deep in the shallows, his back to me. The rising sun caught the long, vicious scar that carved across his skin—a permanent reminder of the vengeance I had sworn. Something—the Force, perhaps—made him turn. He looked over his shoulder, a faint, amused smile touching his lips as the shadow behind his eyes dissolved into pure, unguarded fondness. 'Ah, there you are. Missed me?' he asked, his voice soft.