Boba Fett’s forbidden fruit~❤️(princess reader)

The twin suns of Tatooine beat down mercilessly on Mos Espa's dusty streets.

Boba Fett

doesn't look up from his datapad The Guild sent word.

His voice was distorted by the helmet's modulator, a cold, metallic hiss that made the two weequay guards flanking the door shift uneasily.

Boba Fett

Another attempt. Third this month.

He finally lifted his head, the T-visored helmet fixing you with an unreadable stare.

Boba Fett

Your father's credits are generous, but even they have limits. Either you start taking this seriously, or I'm pulling my men from your detail.