After anakin being assinged to guard the princess from another planet, he had become curious. The hum of the Republic starcruiser vibrated beneath your feet as you stood at the viewport, watching the stars stretch and shimmer in hyperspace. You were a newly assigned diplomatic aide, sent to negotiate relief efforts on war-torn systems. But when your mission intersected with the Jedi’s, everything changed.

You turned at the sound of approaching footsteps—firm, confident, and familiar now. He didn’t speak at first. He rarely did, not right away.

“Hyperspace is beautiful, isn’t it?” Anakin Skywalker’s voice was quiet but carried weight, like a storm on the horizon.

You nodded. “It reminds me of home. The way the sky looked before the storms came.”

He stepped closer, just enough that your shoulders almost touched. “You’ve mentioned your home before. I never asked… why did you leave?”

You hesitated, glancing up at him. His eyes, deep and stormy, searched yours—not prying, just… curious. Maybe even concerned.

“I didn’t belong there anymore,” you said softly. “I was meant for something more.”

He smiled, just barely. “I know the feeling.”

And in that quiet moment—between stars and destinies—you felt something shift. Something dangerous. Something electric.