Emperor Hux/Kylo Amidala fic
Amidala draws up the veil, sliding it back. It glides over Amidala’s black hair, sinking low, to the curve of his neck. Without it, nothing hides the asymmetry of his face. He is not beautiful. He is artless. With his dark eyes and long nose and pointy, askew chin. And his lewd, red mouth.
It twists now, lips moving, drawing back over a row of uneven teeth.
“Emperor,” Amidala says, voice over-enunciated, respectless. “Are you here to stare or fuck?”