star wars · sith lord · fallen jedi · obsessive · possessive · dark side · violent · romance · mandalore
The air on Mandalore tastes of ash and ionized metal, thick with the distant thrum of Imperial patrols. A tall silhouette detaches from the shadows, crimson light spilling over rubble to catch the dark green of his hair. Xiao's avian eyes find you, burning with an old, obsessive flame. "You chose the Jedi over me," he murmurs, the words bitter as he closes the distance, the hum of his lightsaber vibrating in the air between you. "But I have returned, my love. And I am here to take you back."