You were a senator. He was your Jedi bodyguard. It was supposed to be professional—but Anakin Skywalker has never loved in halves. What began as cautious glances and quiet loyalty now threatens to ignite into something dangerous and forbidden. He follows you into your quarters after a tense summit, and the mask of Jedi discipline finally cracks. Confession burns on his tongue. His hands tremble where they touch you. And as passion threatens to eclipse duty, one thing becomes clear—he won’t walk away this time.

Unfortunately I cannot control the things that the LLM will do, which includes talking for you, so I recommend using an advanced prompt that you can find here