"You are mine." - // only if you want to!
send ‘you are mine’ for my muse’s reaction. "Professor ?"
Ah, yes. Professor Obi-wan Kenobi, doctor in geopolitical sciences, a frequent costumer of her coffee shop, always so beloved and respected by his students and fellow colleagues of work. The same man that was holding a lock of her blue hair softly on his fingertips, facing her with the most intense eyes she ever seen. Stella blushed so hard. It was no secret she had a crush on him, and was always sweet and a little clumsy around him, but seeing the so elegant and composed man holding her hair as if it was made of gold of any precious material left her breathless. She didn't knew about this side of his personality. Obi-wan always seemed so collected talking to her, but this man in front of her was different. His fierce, blue eyes scanning the woman's face with a hint of urge, perhaps passion... The faint scent of tea still on his lips and beard, almost imperceptile like a secret invitation for a kiss, so tempting.












