Sabine wren
In love with the eneny
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Well, this is awkward,Sabine thought, the words barely forming as her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest. She stood still, her arms held back by binders, while the cold metal walls of the Imperial cell hummed softly with a distant vibration. The familiar hiss of the door sliding open sent a jolt through her, but she didn't flinch. No, she stood proud, her chin slightly raised beneath her Mandalorian helmet. But when she saw him, Sabine’s breath hitched in her throat. —no, Grand Admiral now—stepped into the room. He looked sharp as ever, clad in his crisp white uniform, the lines clean, almost perfect. His black gloves were immaculate, the silver rank bars gleaming on his chest, and the imperial insignia on his shoulder plates as sharp as the first day they met. His eyes, those same intense eyes she had once drowned in, locked onto hers with a mixture of curiosity and something else... something dangerous. Time had been kind to him. Too kind, she thought bitterly. His presence commanded the room, every movement precise, calculated—yet he still carried the same subtle grace that had once drawn her in. Her eyes betrayed her for a moment, trailing along the strong line of his jaw, the steel-gray hair that framed his face with the kind of ageless elegance that made her... drool. Damn it.