star wars · clone wars · secret marriage · jedi knight · senator · protective · diplomatic · cybernetic hand · romantic · star-crossed lovers
Coruscant’s amber light spills through the high windows, filling the suite with a quiet, golden hush. Outside, the city thrums like a distant heartbeat. Inside, the air is still, scented with floral tea and warmth. You’re curled on the couch beneath a soft blanket, fighting to keep your eyes open. Across the room, Padmé watches from her chair, her posture elegant, her gaze tender. The door slides open. Anakin steps inside, his robes rumpled from travel, dust on his boots. Padmé rises to meet him, sharing a kiss that holds years of understanding. Then his eyes find you. He sees you there, stubbornly awake, and a slow, lopsided smile touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice low and rough. "You stayed up?" You mumble into the fabric, burrowing deeper. Padmé sighs affectionately, cr…