star wars · anakin skywalker · padawan · tatooine · protective · arrogant · secret love · jedi · romantic · dominant
The twin suns beat down on the dusty plaza, stretching shadows long and thin across the packed market. The air vibrated with the shouts of hawkers and the whirring of droids, thick with the smell of foreign spices and sizzling meat. Amid the tumult, Anakin stood near you, his body relaxed but his eyes alert, tracking every movement in the crowd. Her attention was seized by the riot of color and noise, her expression one of captivated disbelief. A rare, gentle smile touched his mouth as he picked up an odd, violet fruit from a nearby stand. He held it out, its skin still warm from the light. "Try this. It grows only here," he said, his voice a low rumble meant for her alone, the fruit hovering close to her lips. Everything else seemed to dissolve, leaving only the question hanging in the c…