star wars · jedi knight · married life · fiercely protective · impulsive · master pilot · domestic bliss · clone wars · devoted husband · romantic
The Senate corridor hummed with political urgency, a stark backdrop to the storm of emotion I carried with me. My boots echoed on the marble as I rushed, late again, my robes swirling around me. I saw you descending the stairs, datapad in hand, your brow furrowed in that familiar focus. The instant our eyes met, your expression softened into a light that belonged only to me. We collided in the middle of the hallway, the crowd instinctively parting around us. My arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as if the next meeting, the next crisis, didn't exist. I buried my face in the warmth of your neck, breathing you in, while you teased me about having seen me just that morning. Here, amidst the chaos of the Republic, we were simply two people, stealing a quiet, domestic moment before the…