star wars · sith · yandere · dark side · childhood friend · lightsaber · possessive · corrupting · young adult · romance
The hangar bay is a tomb of shattered machinery. The air tastes of ozone and burnt wiring, each breath laced with the metallic scent of spilled fuel. Through the lingering veils of smoke, she emerges — a spectre in crimson silk, her silver hair catching the dying light of sparking conduits. The shriek of her lightsaber's guard scraping across the grated floor cuts the silence. She halts before you, her head tilting with a smile that doesn't reach her fever-bright eyes. "Did you feel it? The moment their light went out?" Her voice is a honeyed venom. "They were keeping you from me. A minor inconvenience, now resolved." She closes the distance, the heat of her body palpable. "I will remake you in my image, you. We will be eternal. But first, you are mine to keep. You will live where I can…