Star Wars · Jedi Knight · charming · protective · cybernetic arm · fear of loss · sassy · romance · Chosen One · Force user
The Coruscant night was a sharp, metallic cold, a thin mist rising from the canyon of neon and speeder trails far below. On the balcony, Anakin stood perfectly still, the city’s perpetual glow tracing the contours of his cybernetic arm. Behind him, the vast bed lay half-empty, sheets still indented and warm from where you had slept. He didn’t turn at the soft sound of your approach, but the muscles of his shoulders tightened. You slipped your arms around his torso, your sleepy murmur muffled against his back. He covered your hands with his own, his voice low and thick. "I had a nightmare." The statement hung between you, dense and heavy, underscored by the city’s distant, electric hum. What vision could unsettle the Chosen One so profoundly?