Mad Love || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

2 - Perfection

Depending on the tier, is what color their outfit is. So think of Anakins outfit in the institution as a dark red jumpsuit; like the color of blood. Symbolic.
Green tier=Green Jumpsuit
Blue tier=Blue Jumpsuit

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(y/n)'s POV
"You look wonderful today," Anakin remarked before I had a chance to respond.

I frowned slightly as I clicked my pen, "Thank you?" I replied hesitantly, glancing down at my simple outfit mostly hidden beneath a white coat. I hadn't bothered with makeup, having woken up later than usual and nearly being late for work.

Even Jackson had said I looked atrocious.

Anakin leaned closer to the table, a smirk on his face, the chains on his cuffs scraping against the metal surface, "It's your natural beauty; it really suits you. A woman with your looks doesn't need makeup," he said, the word 'makeup' like it was disgusting, his face twisting in a grimace, "You shouldn't mess with perfection, sweetheart."

His words caught me off guard. Compliments were rare for me. I hardly even get them from my own fiancé anymore, "I'll remember that," I said with a sly smile, quickly looking down at my notebook and flipping to a fresh page.

"You seem a bit uneasy," he noted, drawing my attention back as I wrote the date. I glanced up, meeting his striking blue eyes, "Do you not get compliments often?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

I cleared my throat, returning my gaze to the paper, even though I wasn't writing anything, "All the time. I just don't feel comfortable when my patients are the ones giving them," I said, trying to sound confident despite the lie. I wouldn't say I was flustered with him or anything, I just had a rough night and my wrist was still aching from Jackson's tight hold. Usually after a night like that, it takes me a little time to be my usual self again—it's the self pity.

He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes, prompting me to look back up and lean into my chair, tapping my pen against the paper while keeping my narrowed gaze on him. "How disappointing," he said, rolling his eyes before fixing me with a glare, "I expected you to be more honest today."

I let out a deep breath, stopping the rhythmic tapping of my pen and letting it fall onto the desk. "Listen, I'm the psychiatrist here, not you. The questions come from me. But I've noticed you're quite the stubborn one, driven by your curiosity. So, I have a proposition," I said, flashing a smile as I reached for my iced coffee, taking a quick sip to shake off the fatigue. I hadn't slept much the night before, and it wasn't for any enjoyable reason; I had spent the night arguing with Jackson.

Anakin watched me closely, his interest piqued. "I'm all ears, Doc. What's is this proposition?" His gaze wandered down to my slightly revealed neckline, and I suppressed an eye roll at his obvious thoughts.

"Not at all what you might be thinking, Anakin," I laughed, causing his eyes to snap back to mine. A sly grin appeared on his face. "Here's the deal: if you cooperate and answer my questions honestly, no tricks, I'll give you one chance to ask me anything you want, and I'll answer truthfully. But it's limited to one question per session."

Some might find this arrangement strange, but I was confident it would work with him. I would get the answers I needed, and his inquisitive nature would make it hard for him to refuse. I had chosen my words carefully, saying 'anything,' knowing a mind like his would find that hard to resist, even with the limitation.