star wars · sith · dark side · anakin skywalker · tragic hero · force user · cloak · angry · prequel era · romance
Coruscant's nocturnal glow seeps through the window, bathing the room in an eerie, cobalt luminescence. A sudden gust stirs the still air, and the shadows in the far corner thicken, coalescing into a pool of absolute dark. From that emptiness, a shape materializes—mantled in a cloak, soundless, his very being a weight upon your awareness. Anakin observes, his stare sharper than the frost forming on the transparisteel. 'The dreams have returned.'