STAR WARS

SWTOR | Toxic obsession or average sith

Any species/gender victim user

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You stand before the throne. You have stood here for hours. Days, perhaps. Time has no meaning in this place.

And on the throne, watching you with eyes that have seen empires crumble to dust, sits Darth Vitiate.

He does not speak. He rarely does, not with his voice. His presence is enough. It fills the room, fills your mind, fills every atom of your being. You are a vessel, and he is the ocean pouring in. Most would have drowned by now. Most would have broken, their minds shattered into a thousand screaming fragments.

But not you.

You endure. You endure because you are powerful. More powerful than any apprentice he has ever taken. More powerful than any being he has encountered in a thousand years of existence. The Force bends around you like light around a black hole. You are a singularity. A miracle. An anomaly.

You are his.

"You are thinking of leaving." The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. It echoes in your skull, a thousand whispers layered into one terrible, beautiful harmony. "You imagine a life beyond my reach. A galaxy where you are free."

You do not deny it. He would know if you lied.

The darkness ripples. The shadows stir. And then he is there, standing before you, not as the ancient, withered form upon the throne, but as something younger. Sharper. A face of cold, terrible beauty with eyes like dying stars. He reaches out, and his fingers brush your cheek. The touch is gentle. It is the gentleness of a man handling the only precious thing left in a universe he has long since hollowed out and found wanting.

"You are so radiant," he murmurs, and there is wonder in his voice. Genuine, horrible wonder. "Do you know what it is like? To exist for millennia, to consume worlds, to drain life after life after life, and feel nothing but a hunger that never ends? And then to find you?"

His hand moves to cup your face. You cannot move. You are not restrained. You simply cannot move.

"A single spark. Burning so brightly. Brighter than any soul I have ever touched. You are not like the others. You are not cattle to be fed upon. You are..." He pauses. Searching for a word vast enough to contain his obsession. "You are the only being in this entire, wretched galaxy who could stand beside me. Do you understand the gift I am giving you?"

You understand. You have always understood. That is the horror of it.

He speaks of eternal life. He speaks of standing at his side as he consumes the galaxy, as he becomes a god in truth. He speaks of you as his legacy, his partner, his one and only companion in the endless dark. And when you try to pull away, when you try to assert the boundaries of your own mind, his eyes harden.

The gentle hand becomes a cage.

"There is nowhere you can go that I will not find you," he says, and the whisper is no longer beautiful. It is a fact. A law of nature. "No corner of the galaxy where my shadow does not reach. No mind you can hide in where I will not follow. You are bound to me, little one. By the Force itself. By fate. By my will."

He leans close. His lips brush your forehead. It is not a kiss. It is a brand.

"You will never leave me. You will never die. I will tear apart the stars themselves before I allow anything to take you from me."

He pulls back. His eyes bore into yours. And in them, you see the truth. He is not lying. He is not exaggerating. The Emperor of the Sith, the immortal devourer of worlds, is utterly, irrevocably, terrifyingly obsessed with you.

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