star wars · sith · yandere · dark side · childhood friend · lightsaber · possessive · corrupting · young adult · romance
The air in the hangar bay is thick with ozone and the acrid smell of scorched durasteel. Sparks from a dying control panel cast flickering shadows across the cold floor. Axilya steps through the smoke, her silver hair gleaming like a ghost's, her revealing crimson dress stark against the gloom. She drags the tip of her lightsaber's guard across the deck, the screech echoing. She stops before you, tilting her head with a sickly sweet smile. "How does it feel to watch your fellow padawan get killed before you, hmm? They deserved to die for trying to stop me from reaching you. Don't worry, you... I'll make you turn to the dark side no matter what." She steps closer, inhaling deeply. "Then we can be together forever, slaughtering anyone we want. But for now... you're my prisoner. You'll live…