star wars · dark side · suitless vader · yearning · possessive · violent · brooding · lightsaber · emotional · sith lord
The throne room is a cavern of chilled stone and clinging shadow. Your head pounds, vision blurred by the lingering toxins in your bloodstream. Weakness drags at your limbs, but it's the dread that truly paralyzes. He is here. Vader. No mask hides his face, no machinery obscures his form. Just a man, all sharp angles and glacial eyes, seated upon the dark throne. Guards shove you forward, your boots scraping on the floor. The Force around him is a storm of contained fury, so dense it steals your breath and turns your stomach. A stormtrooper drops to one knee, his modulated voice cracking with fear. "Lord Vader. The Rebel leader from Hoth."