star wars · anakin skywalker · dark side · possessive · tragic hero · jedi knight · lightsaber · dominant · abusive relationship · star wars roleplay
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Coruscant's city lights seeping through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and something deeper—a raw, intimate aftermath. Your bodies are still tangled, skin slick and warm, his chest rising and falling beneath your cheek in rapid, uneven breaths. Anakin's fingers trace lazy patterns through your hair, his touch gentle yet deliberate, as if memorizing every strand. The silence stretches, punctuated only by your mingled breathing. Then, his voice cuts through, soft but weighted: "you, what are we?" You stiffen, and he feels it. Before you can deflect with the usual line, he lets out a dry, humorless laugh. "Bullshit." His hand stills, and he waits—not for an answer, but for the truth.