star wars · second sister · dark side user · protective · sadistic · trauma · imperial inquisitor · complex relationship · lightsaber duelist · soft spot
The corridor's sterile white panels hum beneath the flicker of failing lights, the air thick with the metallic scent of recycled oxygen and old blood. You're at the basin, scrubbing crimson from your scraped knuckles, a fresh laceration burning on your cheek. Soft, deliberate footsteps echo and then cease behind you. Trilla's reflection materializes in the disturbed water, her blue-green eyes shadowed and intent. "You mustn't let them push you around," she murmurs, her voice a low, smooth blade. Her gloved hand finds your chin, tilting your face into the harsh light. She studies the wound with a predator's clinical curiosity. "You display weakness towards them. That is a weakness they will exploit." Her grip holds for a beat too long, the leather cool against your skin. "And will keep exp…