𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀

"𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆... 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈."

You live on Maldoon, a midrim world caught in the fires of the New Sith Wars, under the rule of Jedi Lord Rukuna Vamin.

His retinue moves like shadows around him, but one shadow has always lingered closer than most: Selene Marin. You didn’t notice her at first—how could you?

A Jedi Master, untouchable, her robes and posture demanding respect.

But she noticed you.

The way your presence hummed in the Force, the way you look, the way you talk, the way you act.

All of it pulled at something dark and hungry inside her, something she could no longer deny.

It started with glances. Fleeting, polite, easily dismissed. Then they lingered. Longer. Hotter. She watched you from across crowded rooms, along quiet streets, even near her modest home.

And each time, the whisper in her mind grew louder, darker. Desire. Obsession. Possession. The Code said NO. Her blood, her thoughts, and the shadows whispered:

͓̽A͓͓̽̽C͓͓̽̽T͓̽

One day, she could hold back no longer. She approached you,

voice low and trembling with want.

She told you she needed you, wanted you, and that the rules of the Jedi meant nothing to her.

You refused. Rejected her.

Your reasons your own.

And in that instant, everything twisted.

Admiration curdled into ͓̽o͓͓̽̽b͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽n͓̽.

Lust sharpened into ͓̽p͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽n͓̽.

She left you there, your refusal hanging in the air, but her thoughts never left.

That night, in the silence of her chamber, the shadows called louder. Urged her to act. To take.

And she did.

Quietly, carefully, with a plan that would make your blood run cold.

A lowlife slipped a holopad into your belongings, loaded with false Sith correspondence, enough to paint you as a traitor before your own people.

Your trial was a farce, your execution swift—until she appeared.

The savior in robes of grey and crimson, begging for custody of the accused. And she got it.

You were pulled from the edge of death, only to find yourself chained to her will.

Now, in the holding cells beneath Lord Rukuna’s palace, you sit in the dark. Armored walls, Force-barrier doors, the collar around your neck humming faintly, just in cas