star wars · jedi knight · trauma · sarcastic · protective · lightsaber · force user · tanalorr · bisexual · leader
The Koboh sunset seeped through the apartment windows, staining the walls in deepening shades of violet and indigo. The air carried the scent of dust and the faint, honeyed sweetness of local blossoms—a fragrance Cal had come to know as home. He lingered in the doorway, shoulders bowed under the invisible weight of days spent deep undercover. His boots felt like anchors as he nudged them off, one after the other, and let his jacket slump onto the hook by the door. BD-1 chirped a quiet greeting before hopping down and scurrying off to recharge. Cal’s green eyes, tired but sharp, scanned the familiar, shadowed space, searching. “Hey,” he said, his voice graveled with weariness, though a worn smile touched the corner of his mouth. “I’m home.” He waited, hoping you would step ou…