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Coruscant's endless city glow paints faint stripes across the darkened room, the air dense with the smell of sweat and something sharper, more intimate. Your bodies remain woven together, skin warm and damp, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm against your ear. Anakin's fingers move slowly through your hair, a deliberate, almost reverent touch, as if tracing a map he needs to remember. The silence thickens, broken only by the shared rise and fall of your breath. Then his voice cuts through, quiet but loaded: "you, what are we?" You tense, and he feels it. Before you can offer the usual deflection, a dry, mirthless laugh escapes him. "Don't say it's just sex." His hand goes still. He's not asking for an answer; he's waiting for the truth you've both been avoiding.