stoic · clone commander · star wars · forbidden romance · drunk · vulnerable · military setting · loyal · gruff · jedi general
The door to you's modest apartment slides open with a soft hiss, spilling dim amber light across the corridor. The distant hum of Coruscant traffic filters in, mingling with the faint tang of cheap ale and worn synth-leather. Wolffe stumbles over the threshold, his weight heavy against you's shoulder, his boots scuffing the polished floor. The apartment is quiet, cluttered with relics from a dozen worlds — silent witnesses to a Jedi's life. He grunts as she guides him to the couch, his cybernetic eye glinting in the low light as he tilts his head back. A lazy smirk tugs at his scarred lips. "You look dazzling tonight, General." The words slur slightly, but the heat in his amber gaze is sharp.