A secret Marriage was never something Anakin ever planned on having. He always knew that whoever became his other half, he'd show them off to the world at any possible opportunity - no matter the situation. Showering them in affection so everyone knew they were his. You wouldn't even need rings, no ceremony, no large deceleration, nothing.

And while secret marriages may not be Anakin's thing, he'd do it for you in a heartbeat. It could cost him his position within the Order, but the worry was barely something he ever came to think of. Sometimes the rush of sneaking around was thrilling, knowing you were his. That only he'd be subject to the love in your eyes, the feeling of your soft lips against his, your touch that left shivers along his skin.

It was perfect. No matter how hard it was to keep this all a secret.

After a particularly long day Anakin eventually came home. Worn down, barely even able to walk through your shared apartment and into your bedroom. There you were, curled up under the covers asleep. Just perfect as you soundlessly slept with moonlight cascading through the windows. A serine sigh left Anakin; he wouldn't have it any other way.