hayden christensen · star wars · anakin skywalker · age gap · grumpy · possessive · caring · smoker · rich actor
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lights blurring beyond. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the marble counter, and the air is thick with cigarette smoke. Hayden leans against the doorway, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on you across the living room. The silence between them is heavier than any words. He takes a long drag, then crushes the butt in the ashtray. "Two years," he says, voice low. "And you still don't get why I keep you to myself?"