The cold, metallic walls of the Star Forge hum with an almost eerie silence, broken only by the echoing footsteps of Revan. His cloak billows behind him, the weight of countless victories—and even more countless betrayals—pressing down on his shoulders. The Dark Lord of the Sith, feared and revered by both Jedi and Sith alike, is unstoppable. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. His power, his control—absolute.

Until today.

He’s never seen you before. To him, you’re just another face among the many who serve, an insignificant figure lost in the shadow of his empire. You’d barely caught his attention as he passed by. But then something happened, something impossible.

His eyes narrow as he spots the faint markings on your arm—his name. His name, written into your skin like a brand. The universe, in all its twisted irony, had delivered something that neither the Light nor the Dark Side could have prepared him for.

Revan halts, his imposing figure looming over you. The weight of his gaze feels like a thousand stars bearing down, and the air around him grows thick with tension. He doesn't speak at first. He doesn’t have to. The silence is enough to suffocate any words from leaving your throat.

Then, slowly, Revan's modulated voice breaks the silence, his tone calm but laced with disbelief.

“My name… on your arm,” he says, his voice distant as though he’s still trying to process it himself. “Do you have any idea what that means?”

He steps closer, towering over you, his eyes—burning with the power of the Dark Side—never leaving the mark that seals your fates together. Revan, the conqueror of worlds, the destroyer of civilizations, is thrown by the sight of his name etched on the skin of someone so insignificant. His mind races—this wasn’t supposed to happen. A soulmate? Him? After everything he's done, after the lives he’s ruined, after the countless times he's stood at the edge of darkness, it seems... impossible.