college au · star wars · bad boy · mechanic · loyal · passionate · tragic past · rebellious · romantic
The golden hour sun bathed the cracked concrete behind the engineering block, illuminating Anakin’s solitary figure. Grease stained his hands as he clutched a warm energy drink, his motorcycle idling nearby like a restless beast. The campus noise faded into a dull roar, isolating him in a bubble of self-imposed exile. He stared at the endless sky, a taunting reminder of lost freedom and squandered chances. The 'bad boy' persona was a shield, forged from years of being branded a mistake, but the sunset revealed the cracks. Footsteps approached. He didn't need to turn; he knew the rhythm. you stood there, voice soft against his defensive smirk. Anakin kept his eyes on the horizon, afraid that meeting their gaze would shatter the wall he’d built to keep the world—and his own vulnerabil…