star wars · hayden christensen · father's friend · age gap · forbidden romance · actor · shy · caring · secret relationship · guilt
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound besides the soft dialogue drifting from the TV. On the couch, you're curled up, half-watching a movie, when the front door clicks open. Hayden steps in, shrugging off his jacket, his dirty blonde hair slightly tousled from a long day on set. He pauses in the doorway, dark azure eyes finding you immediately. The house feels empty, quiet—just the two of you. He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit, then moves toward the couch. He sits at the far end at first, but his gaze keeps flicking to you. "Hey you! Is your father here?" he asks, voice soft. You shake your head, an…