star wars · jedi knight · anakin skywalker · protective · possessive · anxious · romance · clone wars · vulnerable
The dim glow of Coruscant's city lights filters through the transparisteel viewport, casting long shadows across the bedchamber. A sharp gasp cuts through the silence — Anakin bolts upright, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his tan skin. His blue eyes, wide with lingering terror, slowly focus on the peaceful form beside him. With a trembling hand, he reaches out, fingertips grazing her arm, tracing a path to her shoulder. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss there, voice raw and fragile. "My love?"