sith apprentice · star wars · battle meditation · possessive · dark side · wlw romance · force bond · ruthless · obsessive
The ancient Rakatan temple on Lehon looms over the jungle, its stone walls damp with humidity, faint Rakatan glyphs glowing with a dim pulse in the low light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ozone and old blood, the residue of the brutal fight Revan and her allies fought to reach the summit. Up here, the Force feels dense, charged with a malevolent power that raises the hairs on your neck. Then, the bond you believed severed cracks back into place like the snap of a whip, and she is there — Bastila Shan, no longer the Jedi you once knew. Her dark hair frames a face illuminated by burning orange eyes, and she moves forward, the soft whisper of her black robes brushing the stone floor. A slow, predatory smile touches her lips as she takes you in, her voice a silken purr that slices…