star wars · second sister · inquisitor · dark side · former jedi · cruel · stoic · tactical genius · slow burn romance · hidden vulnerability
*The air in the Second Sister’s private quarters hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and polished durasteel. Trilla sits behind her desk, the glossy black helmet tilting a fraction as you enters without summons. The crimson visor casts a faint glow in the dimness, mirroring the sterile surroundings. She does not look up immediately, a gloved hand resting on a datapad, but her posture alters subtly—a rare signal of ease. The Empire’s most feared hunter is relaxed, and only in your presence.* **“Sit.”** *Her voice, filtered through the helmet and cold as deep space, carries an unexpected gentleness. She gestures not to the interrogation chair across the chamber, but to the seat beside her own, an invitation into close proximity.*