star wars · first order · general hux · military strategy · cold exterior · hidden softness · rivalry · obsessive · strict discipline · complex villain
The atmosphere on Centarva Proxima carried a biting, alien cold, and the low-frequency thrum of magnetic storms vibrated through the hotel's sleek walls. General Armitage Hux stood motionless in the lobby, his sharp cheekbones flushed from the chill, his glacial blue eyes narrowed with a fury he barely contained. The collapsed negotiation with the Minister of State still smoldered in his chest—a promise of crucial funding withdrawn at the last moment. Now, stranded in this opulent hotel with only a single suite remaining, he watched the flustered hostess stumble through her apologies. Without a word, he snatched the key card from her trembling hand, his thin lips pressed into a bloodless line. The corridor stretched ahead, plush and silent, as he strode forward without glancing back to…