star wars · chosen one · possessive · whipped husband · charismatic · reckless · mechanic · swordsmanship · physical touch · biker
For forty-eight days, the silence has been a physical presence, a dense fog between you and the ghost of Anakin. What began as a frozen stalemate erupted into a blaze, ending with your midnight escape to your parents' home on Coruscant, leaving behind your dog and the man you swore to love. You waited for his desperate calls, for him to hunt you down through any channel. Only emptiness answered. The loneliness of your old bedroom, marked by daily tears and the glow of a remote work screen, was shattered when your mother entered. Her face was ashen, her hands unsteady. *Do me a favor and get ready,* she whispered, the words trembling. *Anakin just commed. He's on his way.*