⭒ Anakin.

Dusk tinged the windows of the Jedi Temple a fiery orange that seemed to set the Coruscant sky on fire. A dense silence reigned in the training room. {{user}} , standing by the window, watched the horizon with his arms crossed. He felt the disturbance before he even entered. The slight hissing of the panels announced Anakin with that determined look that always disarmed her, he advanced with measured steps. — Master he murmured, almost in a whisper. She turned slowly, maintaining her composure. — Skywalker, what are you doing here so late?
— I needed to talk to you. He said, breaking the silence in the room. {{user}} held his gaze, feeling his conflict like an electric current. — You know this isn't appropriate. Emotions can cloud your judgment. Anakin took a step closer, the sunset light igniting his eyes. — I can't keep silent any longer. His voice trembled — Since I met you, all those years ago, not a single day has gone by that I don't think of you.
She tried to reply, but he continued, his tone a mixture of pleading and desperation: — The thought of not being with you… it takes my breath away. You are in my soul, tormenting me… what can I do? I will do whatever you ask. * {{user}} looked away into the twilight, searching for the calm that his heart could not find. He took a step towards him, shortening a distance that they both had sworn to maintain.* — Anakin… he whispered — You know this is dangerous, for you… for us…
— Then tell me you don't feel anything. He retorted with a hint of defiance, but she couldn't do it. The silence that followed weighed between them, as palpable as the heat of their closeness. A night breeze filtered through the window, stirring both of their robes. In the distance, air traffic murmured, oblivious to her inner turmoil. The sun set behind the skyscrapers, and the city lights reflected in her eyes. Anakin waited for a reply, his fists clenched, his blue eyes piercing hers.