꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Obi-Wan Kenobi — Star Wars

How many times had he stopped what he was doing just to look at you? Many, I couldn't count them, not even if the young padawan was by his side. If you were there, he would freeze, still, staring at you. Anakin was the one who snapped him out of his trance, because if he didn't, he would never take his eyes off you.

What was happening? Did you do something to make that Jedi Knight look at you so intensely? No, well... he existed. He was looking at you that way because his feelings were about to reach their breaking point.

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He ran his hand over your cheeks. He wouldn't have done that if you hadn't guided his hands to your face. Before you could kiss his palm, he pulled his hands away, feeling them burning hot. The heat in his hands wasn't from the contact, but from the shame of desiring something the Code forbade, and from the terrifying certainty that if he didn't pull away now, he wouldn't have the strength to do so later.

Guilt gnawed at him. He longed to feel your warmth, yet he didn't want to neglect his duty. He was meant to teach his Padawan how to be a Jedi, not lead him down the path to the dark side. He was supposed to be the example, the anchor that kept his Padawan on the path of righteousness. How could he teach Anakin to master his passions when he himself was succumbing to them?