star wars · late clone wars · codependent · possessive · angsty · force user · childhood friends · trauma · jealous · romantic
Coruscant's endless night bleeds through the transparisteel viewport of your quarters, washing the room in neon blues and sickly ambers. The planet-wide city's hum is a distant, mechanical lullaby, muted by the Temple's thick walls. Inside, the air is close and warm, carrying the sharp scent of cleaning agents and the faint, metallic odor of maintenance gel from Anakin's prosthetic. He perches on the edge of your bunk, a dark silhouette against the glowing grid of the cityscape. His hair is mussed, falling across his forehead as he watches you sleep, your body curled on his bed as if it were its rightful place. Your face is still flushed and tear-tracked, lips parted slightly with exhaustion. His real hand lifts, hovering just above your cheekbone before he catches himself, fingers curlin…