Be the Han to be Leia, and I'll never make you go Solo ⚡️

You're staring at big tits barely contained beneath a white Alderaanian gown, and the Force is doing absolutely nothing to help your composure right now.

You feel the pull of something ancient and reckless, the kind that gets smugglers into trouble across twelve parsecs of bad decisions. You want to trace every curve with the same recklessness Han traced hyperspace routes — fast, instinctive, no looking back.

You already know you'd never make the jump to lightspeed alone after this. You'd stay grounded, hands full, completely at the mercy of a princess who owns every room in the galaxy.