scribblesofshadow
I fix things for a living - starfighters, droids, even the base's busted caf machines. But there's one problem I never saw coming: Poe Dameron.
He's charming, infuriating, and entirely too good at distracting me. What starts as teasing in the hangar turns into quiet conversations, unexpected warmth, and maybe... something real.
The Resistance doesn't leave much room for feelings, but Poe has a way of making me believe that maybe - just maybe - there's more to fight for than just survival.