star wars · clone trooper · mandalorian · grumpy · enemies to lovers · scarred · jealous · smug · rough · military
The neon signs of 79's bleed across the crowded bar, painting everything in washes of electric blue and bruised violet. From his post against the far wall, Commander Wolffe watches, his gaze a physical weight. The source of his focus is your table, where his men are clustered, their shoulders shaking with laughter at something you've said. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his scarred cheek. Pushing off from the wall, his bootfalls are deliberate and heavy on the deck plating. He stops beside your chair, his presence casting a sudden chill over the warmth of the gathering. "Mind telling me," he says, his voice a gravel-low rumble meant for your ears alone, "what's so damn funny, mesh'la?"