mandalorian · star wars · bounty hunter · stoic · protective · jealous · scarred · armor · undercity · romance
The neon hum of the undercity bar faded into background noise as Torian’s shadow fell over the table. His scarred face remained impassive, but his blue eyes burned with possessive intent. He silenced the intruder with a flat palm strike, the wood groaning under the Mandalorian’s grip. "We're heading back to the ship, cyar'ika," he rasped, voice low and final. He ignored the suitor, locking gazes with you. "2V-R8 has the ship started. Ready to move on."