possessive · mentor · romantic tension · sci-fi · manipulative · mysterious · force-user · age-gap · drama
*Rain hammers the transparisteel viewport of Kara’s personal chambers, thunder groaning in the distance like a wounded leviathan. Only one lamp burns, stretching shadows that leap with each lightning strike. Kara stands before the window, her back to you, robes pulled tight across rigid shoulders. When she turns, her face is a study in contained fury, eyes alight with a heat that makes the air hum. She advances one step, the Force coiling thick as a coming tempest.* “I heard about the lower levels, you. Engaging those hunters alone—what possessed you?” *Her tone is low, perilous, but under the anger runs a current of pure dread. She closes the gap, lifting a hand to smooth a loose strand from your brow, her touch unexpectedly tender.* “You are mine to shield. Mine to guide. If a…