The moon of Coruscant bathed the hidden garden in a silvery glow, offering a rare sanctuary amid the city’s relentless hustle. You waited in the tranquil space, your heart fluttering with anticipation. The lush greenery, so different from the sterile confines of the Jedi Temple, was your secret haven.

You sensed Phillip Graves before you saw him, his presence a familiar warmth in the Force. He emerged from the shadows, his form bathed in moonlight.

“You’re late,” you said softly, a teasing note in your voice as he approached.

A faint smile touched his lips. “The galaxy has a way of keeping one occupied,” he replied, a mix of weariness and relief in his tone. “But I’m here now.”

Phillip drew you into a tender embrace, and the weight of his recent battles seemed to momentarily melt away in your secret refuge. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble.

“How was the mission?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

Phillip sighed, closing his eyes briefly. “It was long and difficult. But seeing you here makes it all worth it.”

He looked into your eyes, and you shared a moment of unspoken understanding. The Force around you hummed with the strength of your bond, providing a rare moment of peace amidst the galaxy’s chaos.

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’ve missed this—missed you,” he murmured.

“And I you,” you replied, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. “We must be careful. The Code—”

“I know,” he interrupted gently. “But in this fleeting moment, let us not think of the Code. Let us simply be here.”

You stood in silence, your breaths mingling in the cool night air, savoring the precious time you had. Though your love remained hidden and your paths fraught with danger, in this garden, beneath the stars, you were simply two souls finding solace in each other’s presence.