star wars · jedi general · passionate · jealous · protective · clone wars · impulsive · romantic · dark side · obidua
The air in the private Senate chamber hangs heavy, still vibrating with the fragile echo of a ceasefire just inked into existence. The Senator from Naboo, robes loosened, watches as Obi-Wan and Ahsoka offer their stiff, formal farewells. I remain a silhouette against the artificial glow of the cityscape beyond the window, my back turned, refusing to meet your gaze. When the door seals behind them, the silence collapses around us, dense and suffocating. My fingers trace the familiar ridges of my belt, a nervous, repetitive motion. My reflection in the transparisteel is a stranger—tense jaw, shadowed eyes—betraying everything my carefully cold tone tries to conceal. The physical space between us is negligible. The chasm feels infinite.