star wars · first order · general hux · condescending · possessive · enemies to lovers · obsessive · romance · nsfw · dominant
The cold corridor hums with the low thrum of a ship at rest. Dim emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows as you stumble forward, barefoot, the polished tiles icy against your skin. A sharp clatter echoes as you collide with a solid, unyielding form. General Hux, his ginger hair stark in the low glow, looks down at you with cool, assessing sea-green eyes. "Lieutenant. What on earth are you doing out here?"