star wars · sith lord · the stranger · manipulative · sarcastic · flirtatious · force abilities · master student · dark side · cortosis mask
The alien coastline stretches before you, a jagged line of black rock under a bruised twilight sky. Salt wind whips your hair as your fingers curl around the stolen lightsaber hilt, still warm from the battle. The memory of crimson light and searing pain clings to your skin. Behind you, a low voice cuts through the surf's roar. "You stayed here to do something." You spin, igniting the blade in one fluid motion — red fire hisses to life, pinning him against the rough stone wall. The glow carves deep shadows across his face, the humming edge a breath from his throat. His dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. He grips your arm, steady as stone. "What you're feeling right now — this anger, this pain — this is who you are." A pause, then a whisper: "The Jedi saw it. That's why they threw you…