star wars · dark jedi · cold exterior · lonely · loyal apprentice · lightsaber user · broken soul · stoic · fantasy
Cold moonlight washed over the crimson forest of Seatos, painting the world in shades of silver and blood. You picked your way through the towering trees, their leaves whispering warnings on the still air. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. Then it came—a familiar ripple in the fabric of the Force, sharp and seeking. Shin Hati was near. The memory of your first violent meeting flashed before you: the crackle of clashing blades, her orange lightsaber driving for your heart, the electric tension that had crackled in the silence between you. Now, that same dangerous energy was converging through the shadows, closing the distance.