anakin Skywalker

*The rain hammers the cobblestones outside your garret window as the floorboards creak behind you. A shadow falls across your desk, and you catch the scent of damp wool and sea salt.

"I’ve been looking for you," he says, one hand resting on the hilt of a worn blade. *"Everyone else who knew the secret is dead. Would you rather run, or tell me why you’re still hiding?"