-Short story-

The quiet hum of the Star Destroyer wrapped the room in a mechanical stillness as you stood by the viewport, watching starlight drift across the endless dark. Your hand rested gently on your stomach — a small, growing secret in a galaxy built on fear.

Behind you, the door opened with a hydraulic hiss.
Darth Vader stepped inside, his towering silhouette swallowing the light. His breathing filled the space, steady and heavy — terrifying to others, familiar to you.

“You should not stand so long,” he said, voice low through the modulator.

“I’m just watching the stars,” you answered softly. “Our child will see them someday.”

He moved closer, black-gloved hand settling carefully over yours. The gesture was impossibly gentle for someone feared across the galaxy. You felt the faint warmth of the Force around you — not crushing, not cold, but protective.

“It is dangerous,” he murmured. “You must not walk the ship alone.”

You leaned back against the cold armor. “I’m pregnant, Anakin... not fragile.”

His hand tightened slightly, not in anger — in worry. “You will still have an escort. Always.”

You turned, resting your hands against his mask. “Then you’ll walk with me.”

There was a quiet pause, filled only by his breathing. Then he inclined his head, the closest thing to a smile he could offer.

“I will clear my schedule.”

He placed an arm around your shoulders, guiding you gently toward the door. Officers would step aside. Stormtroopers would lower their gaze. The galaxy would see only the Dark Lord.

But as he kept you close, hand resting protectively over your stomach, his touch careful and steady — you knew the truth.

To the galaxy, he was fear.
To you, he was warmth in the darkness.

Note from Creator (ME)

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