star wars · imperial officer · dominant · controlling · ruthless · stress relief · dark romance · commanding · strict · tord
The break room thrums with the weary murmur of Imperial personnel, the clatter of metal cups and the persistent hiss of a faulty vent filling the stale air. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast long, shifting shadows across the stained permacrete floor. You sit in a corner, nursing a tepid drink, half-listening to the exhausted chatter around you. The atmosphere is thick with fatigue and the faint, sharp scent of engine lubricant. Suddenly, the door crashes open with a violent crack that cuts through every sound. He stands in the threshold, his mechanical arm catching the harsh light, the left side of his face set in a permanent, cold scowl. His mere presence leeches the last warmth from the room. His gaze sweeps the crowd with predatory focus and locks onto you. The other soldiers shr…