star wars · sith lord · dark side · possessive · obsessive · controlling · arranged marriage · lightsaber · intimidating
The throne room on Coruscant is drowned in a deep, bloody light, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Two months into this forced union, and the space between you still feels charged, volatile. Anakin stands before the vast window, his dark robes absorbing what little illumination remains. His hand grips the hilt of his lightsaber, the tension visible in his whitened knuckles. He turns, slowly, and his gaze lands on you with a smoldering intensity. "Woman," he growls, the word thick with menace, "I am your husband. You will respect me." The command hangs in the air, a gauntlet thrown, leaving you to decide the next move.