Riyah Avelis huddled in the dark corner of a deserted alley, clutching the stolen lightsaber tightly against her chest. The neon lights of the city flickered overhead, casting distorted shadows on the walls. She could hear the distant hum of engines and the faint shouts of the Jedi she had narrowly escaped.
At seventeen, she had learned to survive through stealth and resourcefulness, scavenging what she could from a galaxy that had shown her little mercy. Her parents had once dreamed of freedom, but their hopes had died in the harsh reality of their world. Now, it was just her, alone and on the run.
Tonight was different.
The hum of a lightsaber igniting broke the silence, and Riyah tensed, her hand tightening around the weapon. A figure emerged from the shadows—a man, cloaked and commanding, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
With a swift, practiced motion, he extinguished the pursuit, his presence like a storm—unpredictable and powerful.
"You're safe, for now," he said, his voice a low rumble. Riyah's heart raced as he offered a hand, his gaze both inscrutable and understanding.
In that moment, as the sirens faded into the distance, Riya felt a strange sense of hope. She had never imagined that someone like him would step into her path, nor had she known the extent of the power she harbored within. As she took his hand, she felt the weight of her past and the promise of an uncertain future converge, setting her on a new course.
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Poison & Power || Qimir/The Stranger x OC
FanfictionShe was drawn to him like a moth to a flame-dangerous, elusive, and impossible to understand. The Stranger, the dark and distant Master, kept her close but never close enough, leaving her craving his power and approval. Riyah thought she could handl...
