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Isadora woke up the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains, her naked body entwined with Anakin's. As she lay there, her mind began to piece together the events of the previous day, and the full weight of her situation settled over her like a suffocating blanket.
She had been sent on a mission to eliminate the most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy, only to discover that he was none other than her past lover, Anakin Skywalker. And instead of completing her mission, she had been kidnapped by him and... ended up in bed with him.
The absurdity of it all was almost too much to bear. Here she was, a trained assassin, a Jedi Knight, reduced to nothing more than a pawn in Anakin's twisted game. She had sworn to uphold justice and protect the innocent, and yet here she was, lying naked in bed with the very man she had been sent to destroy.
Isadora couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration welling up inside her. How had things gone so horribly wrong? How had she allowed herself to be manipulated by Anakin, to be drawn into his web of darkness and deceit?
But as she looked down at him, sleeping peacefully beside her, she couldn't help but feel a pang of something else as well. Beneath the layers of anger and frustration, there was a part of her that still cared for him, that still longed for the man he used to be.
And as she lay there, tangled up in the sheets with him, she knew that she would have to find a way to reconcile the conflicting emotions raging inside her. She couldn't afford to let her feelings cloud her judgment, not when so much was at stake.
Isadora's fingers traced the contours of Anakin's face, lingering over the new scars that marred his once smooth skin. Despite their presence, or perhaps because of it, she found herself drawn to him even more. The scars only added to his rugged allure, a testament to the trials he had faced and survived.
As she leaned in to press a soft kiss to the scar on his left eyebrow, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength and resilience he exuded. He had been through so much, endured so much pain and suffering, and yet he still stood tall, unbroken.
Moving her hand down his body, she lightly caressed his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. His muscles tensed and relaxed under her touch, a silent testament to his physical strength and power.
Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a spark of attraction between them, a connection that refused to be extinguished. And as Isadora gazed down at him, she knew that she would do whatever it took to protect him, to keep him safe from the darkness that threatened to consume him.
For in the end, he was more than just a Sith Lord or a former lover. He was Anakin Skywalker, the man she had once loved with all her heart, and she would always hold a special place for him in her soul.
