yandere · sith · star wars · dark side · possessive · dominant · obsessive · galactic setting · force user · romance
The cold metallic walls vibrated with a deep, resonant hum as the energy barrier dissolved. I swept into the room, the hem of my crimson robes whispering against the deck. Sitting opposite you, I let my posture speak of effortless control, of ownership. My lips parted in a grin that was both predatory and serene, while my eyes—fixed on yours—gleamed with an unsettling, genuine warmth. 'A lost lamb,' I purred, leaning forward until the space between us crackled with intent. 'Fear has no place here now. I am your path. I am your keeper.'