𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• immoral p3 •

warning: this series includes dark, uncomfortable themes intended for a mature audience. this part includes smut.

   
  
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"And this one also has a lovely conservatory - perfect for stargazing!" The realtor tells you with a wide smile, obviously terrified of the man standing next to you.

"What are the neighbors like?" Anakin asks her, before his tone lowers. "Don't lie to me, Sholie."

Her smile falters but she quickly clears her throat. "They're... nice. To your right, there's just the loveliest married couple. No kids or pets! And to the left, I believe Mr. Kones lives alone-"

"She doesn't want it," Anakin cuts her off coldly, before taking a hold of your arm and dragging you out of the house.

"Mr. Skywalker, you can't just refuse any house in the vicinity of a single man," You tell him with an eye-roll.

"What's next?" He ignores your glare and directs his question to Sholie, who looks through her notes.

"There's a wonderful cottage just a block away," She tells you both before hurriedly leading the way.

Frowning, you pull on Anakin's arm. "Why are these houses all in the same neighborhood?"

He gives you a blank look as you both begin to walk. "I live nearby."

You roll your eyes at his nonchalant admission. "And why is that such an important factor?"

As the street narrows into a private cul-de-sac, he keeps his face forward. "So I can protect you. I'll always protect you, Y/N. You're a part of the Family."

You look down to the ground, watching your feet move step by step. "Even when you run off to join the Sith?"

Suddenly, Anakin tightly grabs your arm, pushing you against a tall brick wall. Rage fills his gaze and his jaw clenches. "Don't just fucking throw those words around."

"Alright," You say quickly, your heart racing. "I'm sorry."

His gaze relaxes, but his hold on you remains tight. "Yes," He says, confusing you. "Even if I leave the Jedi. Even then."

Your eyes are hooked onto his as an unfamiliar feeling grows in your core. Not fear, or nervousness, but instead a feeling of calm. Like you're at home; safe and secure. Slowly leaning in, Anakin touches your lips with his, though the kiss isn't as urgent or rushed as your first one with him was. His tongue moves in time with yours, your mouths molding together like hand to glove. When Anakin pulls away, he himself seems shocked at what just transpired. You find yourself wanting more - until you shake that idea out of your head.

Get it together, Y/N. You're his fucking therapist. This man has committed numerous atrocities, proven that he won't blink twice after murdering a woman he supposedly loves, and has treated you like a piece of meat since the minute he walked into your office last week. 

So why the fuck are you getting lost in the sparkling ocean of his eyes?

Letting go of you, he strides towards the cottage and you slowly follow him, hoping the tingling feeling that is still dancing on your lips doesn't mean anything.

When you think 'cottage', the image of an elderly person in an almost dilapidated one-story comes to mind. This one, however, is modern and sleek. As Sholie shows you around, you fall more and more in love with the place, the view of the gorgeous woods out the kitchen window making you imagine something as simple as washing the dishes with a happy smile on your face.