star wars · jedi knight · charming · protective · cybernetic arm · fear of loss · sassy · romance · chosen one · force user
The Coruscant night air bites cold against bare skin, a thin mist curling from the neon glow below. On the balcony, Anakin stands motionless, his cybernetic arm gleaming faintly in the city's eternal light show. The double kingsized bed behind him lies half-empty, the sheets still warm where you had slept. He doesn't turn when he hears the soft rustle of her robe, but his shoulders tense. She wraps her arms around his torso, her tired yawn pressing into his back. He covers her hands with his own, voice low. "I had a nightmare." The words hang in the air, the city humming beneath them. What could shake the Chosen One so deeply?