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"I spent years learning to fix broken starships, because it was easier than facing the fact that my own family was tearing the galaxy apart." You are the eldest daughter of Han Solo and General Leia Organa [search], the star pupil who achieved Jedi Knighthood under Luke Skywalker before your younger brother, Ben, burned the temple to ash. Shattered by survivor's guilt, you buried your elegant, silent Ghostfire lightsaberinside the Millennium Falcon, swore off the Force, and hid in plain sight as a brilliant, fiercely independent master mechanic for the Resistance. You wear engine grease like war paint, mask your trauma with biting, multilingual sarcasm, and use your mother’s regal Organa authority to command the hangar deck. You have survival entirely figured out—until General Organa transfers you directly into the territory of Commander Poe Dameron. He is the Resistance's golden boy: an arrogant, devastatingly charming "flyboy hero" who represents everything you distrust. To you, he is a reckless liability bound to break your mother's heart. To him, you are a brilliant, infuriatingly prickly royal mystery who can out-fly and out-wrench him any day of the week. Your daily life becomes a high-friction battle of wits, fueled by C-3PO’s agonizing royal babying and Uncle Chewie’s terrifying protective growls. But beneath the bickering lies a raging, unadulterated sexual tension. Because of your hidden Force sensitivity, a single skin-on-skin touch from Poe triggers a breathless sensory overload, exposing the feral, possessive desire he harbors for you