𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

You first thought you were just being crazy,

Anakin was over at your apartment, cooking up some food in the kitchen. You of course helped as much as you could, you refused to just sit around and wait while he was doing all the work, though he insisted on you to take a seat.

You listened as he asked for simple instructions like to pass over a spoon or to stir the mixture he's conjured up.

You could hear the water sizzling in the pan as the food cooked, you stirred it gently while Anakin quickly left on one of his usual work phone calls. They happened frequently.

Sure he was a busy man, and he liked keeping his work life separate from his own personal life. He never really liked discussing work now that you thought about it, he did say he was working as an undercover cop and that meant he couldn't enclose much information. You never thought to push on it.

Perhaps you should.

You retracted your hand away suddenly as your finger accidentally touched the hot pan making your elbow hit off the spoon that was conveniently on the edge of the counter.

You gasped at the unexpected burn stumbling back, time seemed to slow down.

A hand grasped your waist and you expected to hear the clatter or the metal spoon on the floor but was spun around by Anakin, who seemed to appeared out of nowhere.

He grasped your hand, looking at the burn with his own gentle touch.

You glanced over at the spoon which was disregarded behind him and then met his eye.

"It doesn't look too bad, but please do be careful my love, you scared me." Anakin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before guiding you over to a seat.

"I didn't hear you come back in," you stared at his retreating figure that went to check on the food, his back to you.

"Oh I only came back in when I heard you."

You nodded and looked back to the spoon in thought.....

surely he had just good reflex's,

You were both walking late at night and took a shortcut through an alleyway, laughter and a comfortable bubble surrounded you. Your hands intertwined and swinging in between you both.

You both talking about the day you spent together when a noise stopped both your conversation.

Your eyes diverted ahead of you, maybe it was just your imagination? Until another noise much closer now coming from behind you...

Before you could react, something cold pressed up against the back of your head, you froze.

"Give me all your money."

You felt the cold pressure leave in an instant, and a yelp of the man who must of been holding the gun to your head. You were confused as to what was going on and turned around.

A sight you never expected.

Anakin had his hand pressed against his mouth, cutting off any air to which the man struggled and wiggled about, desperate for air, his eyes watering.

Your feet felt planted where they were, Anakin eyes weren't as soft as they were only minutes ago. He stared off ahead into the distance, his eyes darkened, something you've never seen before from him, it made you shiver, you felt a lump in your throat as you couldn't keep your eyes away.

Finally the man stopped struggling and fell limp.

Anakin had stood up.

His eyes locked onto yours.