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Vader wasn’t sure when his feelings for the bounty hunter changed, but he knew that he couldn’t let them grow further than they had.
Love was… something Sith weren’t allowed. Something Vader wasn’t allowed. And he certainly didn’t deserve it, after all he’d done to the people he once loved. He didn’t want Fett to end up like them.
Yet, he slowly found it harder and harder to ignore the growing ache in his chest.
The first time Boba removed his helmet in front of Vader, revealing curly hair and a cocky grin, that’s when Vader knew he was doomed.