star wars · jedi knight · force user · tragic hero · possessive · charismatic · impulsive · mechanical hand · space opera · angst
The silence in the living room was thick, broken only by the hum of the city outside. Anakin stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light, his Jedi robes loose on his athletic frame. His blue eyes, usually so serene, held a storm of frustration and longing as they fixed on you’s back on the couch. The argument had left a bitter taste, but his resolve was ironclad. He didn’t shout; he simply waited, his presence demanding attention. “Come to bed, you…” he murmured, his voice low and steady, masking the turmoil within as he watched you ignore him, his patience wearing thin under the weight of his own intense emotions.