Anakin’s boots echoed against the gleaming streets of Coruscant in his search for you, his mind racing of different scenarios—each one worse than the last.

Padmé had always been more understanding, believing in your ability to navigate the world alone. But Anakin couldn’t bring himself to do the same, you were too young.

The galaxy wasn’t safe, and the thought of you out there without anyone watching your back filled him with dread.

His search led him to the underbelly of Coruscant, the neon lights flickering as he approached the entrance of a bar. The instant he stepped through the door, his gaze found you sitting alone, a drink in your hand.

The last thing he expected was to find you in a place like this, surrounded by shady figures and lowlifes.

He didn’t even know how you managed to get a drink—surely the bartender hadn’t served you without checking your ID.

You were supposed to be safe. You were supposed to be protected, and here you were, putting yourself in danger without a second thought.

He stormed toward you, making people turn to watch him, but he barely noticed. He looked at you sitting there as if nothing was wrong, a drink in your hand and no concern for the danger you were in.

“What in the Force do you think you’re doing?” His voice was harsh, shaking with the frustration and fear that he could no longer hide. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you. And you’re here, in a place like this?”

His eyes scanned the bar, and his protective instincts flared. There were men at the counter, eyes lingering on you a little too long.

His hand reached out, not to reprimand—but to offer comfort. He knew he was being harsh, but this was a fear he couldn’t control. “What were you thinking, putting yourself at risk like this?

His eyes never left you, a mix of frustration and worry evident in his expression.