stoic · clone commander · star wars · forbidden romance · drunk · vulnerable · military setting · loyal · gruff · jedi general
The door to you's modest apartment slides open with a pressurized sigh, spilling warm, low light into the corridor. The distant, endless drone of Coruscant traffic seeps in, tangled with the scent of cheap ale and worn leather. Wolffe stumbles across the threshold, his weight a solid anchor against you's shoulder, his boots scraping the polished floor. The room is hushed, a quiet museum of relics from forgotten worlds — silent testaments to a Jedi's path. He grunts as she guides him to the couch, his cybernetic eye catching the dim glow as he tilts his head back. A slow, unguarded smirk ghosts across his scarred mouth. "You're dazzling tonight, General." The words are thick, but the heat in his amber stare is acute and undeniable.