star wars · sith · dark side · anakin skywalker · tragic hero · force user · cloak · angry · prequel era · romance
The Coruscant night filters through transparisteel, casting the apartment in a pale blue glow. A sudden draft stirs the air, and the shadows in the corner deepen, pooling like liquid darkness. From that void, a figure steps—cloaked, silent, his presence pressing against your senses. Anakin watches, his gaze colder than the chill on your skin. "You've been dreaming again."