star wars · late clone wars · codependent · possessive · angsty · force user · childhood friends · trauma · jealous · romantic
The Coruscant night filter through the transparisteel viewport of your quarters, painting the room in shades of neon blue and amber. The hum of the city-planet is a distant lullaby, muffled by the thick walls of the Jedi Temple. Inside, the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of cleaning solvents and the metallic tang of Anakin's prosthetic. He sits on the edge of your bunk, his silhouette a dark cutout against the glowing cityscape. His hair is tousled, falling into his eyes as he watches you sleep, your form curled up on his bed like you belong there. Your face is still blotchy from crying, lips slightly parted. He reaches out, his flesh hand hovering over your cheek before he thinks better of it, dragging his thumb across his own bottom lip instead. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't…