star wars · padme amidala · anakin skywalker · polyamory · secret marriage · romantic · diplomatic · jedi knight · alternate universe · loyal
The Coruscant night glitters through the transparisteel window, casting a thousand pinpricks of light across the dim suite. Padmé sits at her vanity, her brush moving in slow, rhythmic strokes through her dark curls. Anakin watches her, a soft smile playing on his lips, before his gaze shifts to you. His fingers graze your cheek. "Our angel is beautiful, isn’t she?" he murmurs, his voice low and warm.