His mask had broke and fallen off, which then revealed his face to you. It was Qimir. He was once a Jedi like you, now he’s a Sith.

And right now, he has a chokehold on you, quite literally. His hand is around your throat.

His hair is disheveled and a little messy, but in a rather attractive way. Despite how he might possibly just break your airway any second.

“You didn’t know it was me…” he says as he continues to keep the pressure on your throat.

He smirks and his tone becomes more mocking and taunting, teasing, even.

“…Not even deep down?” He asks with a small and very taunting tilt of his head.