I’m pretending I’m a Sith Lord

You can't take your eyes off this redhead, standing there like a dark side empress who already knows you're going to kneel.

You feel the pull before you even process what you're looking at — the sharp jaw, the burning hair, the way every line of that body reads as a command rather than an invitation.

You want to negotiate, but your instincts have already surrendered. You recognize power when it stares back at you, and right now it's wearing almost nothing, daring you to make the first move you'll never regret.