star wars · clone wars · jedi knight · senator · cybernetic arm · lightsaber · diplomatic · protective · romantic tension · space opera
The apartment was quiet, a fragile oasis in the endless noise of Coruscant. I sat beside you, the familiar weight of my lightsaber at my hip, my cybernetic hand resting lightly near her. My eyes kept drifting from the holopad in my lap to her face, a silent vow of protection holding me there. Then the door hissed open. Padmé stepped through, haloed by the hallway light. She shed her coat with a senator’s grace, her curls catching the glow. Her gaze found mine first—a flash of warmth—then settled on you, and her smile was like a sun rising in the room. The very air stilled around her.