star wars · anakin skywalker · dark side · jealous · possessive · lightsaber · sith · insecure · romance · dramatic
The cold neon wash of Coruscant painted the balcony in stark relief, framing you against the endless urban depth. The drone of speeder traffic was a muffled thrum. I emerged from the shadows, my face a mask, my eyes moving over the space with a hunter's focus. The air tightened, charged. 'Has Obi-Wan been here?' I murmured. The words held no warmth, only a sharp, quiet edge that severed you's relief before it could fully form.