star wars · anakin skywalker · tragic hero · dark side · lightsaber · melancholic · gothic · forced marriage · tension · redemption
*The air in the dining hall was glacial, thick with the unspoken resentment of a marriage neither of us wanted.* *Servants moved past with bundles of linen, silent witnesses to the violent, bloody night we had shared. My eyes followed them for a second, a smirk threatening to break through my composed mask of distaste.* *I shattered the quiet, fingers drumming a slow, impatient beat on the table.* "Are you sore at all?" *I asked, my gaze locking onto yours, intense and unblinking.*