Ultraviolent [Kylo Ren X Reader]

Chapter Seven

To say that you were nervous for dinner with Kylo was an understatement, by a fucking long shot.

Not only were you woken up by a nearly suffocating sense of impending doom remembering the dinner plans Kylo insisted upon, you remembered the conversation shared over small, white take-out boxes as you walked into the kitchen for a glass of water, spotting the evidence in the trash can.

The guilt felt all-consuming, rotting your insides the more your thoughts lingered on the crushing feeling of it.

Without a second thought, you stomped into your bathroom, brushing your teeth at a violent pace, as if that was punishment enough for having pulled the 'dead mother' card on your twin brother. As you pulled your hair up into sloppy ponytail and slipped on a pair of sneakers, you raced out of your apartment, making the trek a handful of blocks away to the building where Vicrul resided.

While the icy wind whipped around you, you wrapped your coat tightly around your body, attempting to keep warm as you increased your pace. Frost had covered the few cars lined up next to the sidewalk, even fewer people passing you, the city seeming as if it were still deep in slumber. You could feel the freezing breeze brush past your chapped nose and cheeks as you turned the corner, only a few buildings away from Vic's apartment.

The sound of a vehicle slowing to a crawl beside you brought you out of your thoughts. A sleek, black, nearly unassuming car pulled up, keeping up with your pace as you walked. A nagging feeling pooled in your intestines, the faint blaring of alarms echoing off the walls of brain. As you continued to walk, the car creeped beside you, making it painfully obvious that you were the driver's intended target.

Anger rolled off of you in waves, the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"HEY, JERK OFF!" you screamed, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, the car stopping with you. The window on the driver's side scrolled down just enough to reveal the top half of driver's face.

"YEAH, YOU! WANNA TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE?! IT'LL LAST A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT LONGER!" you continued, squaring your shoulders to the vehicle and the jackass operating it.

You distinguished a set of brown eyes sitting beneath a mop of mousey brown hair, most definitely belonging to that of a male. No one that you immediately recognized.

"EAT SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!" you yelled, deciding it would be easier to continue on your journey and ignore the stalker.

Much to your dismay, the stalking continued as you finally jogged up the concrete steps leading into Vicrul's apartment, but you felt at ease knowing that you were safe. As you opened the door leading to the building, the warm air from inside pouring around you, you heard the car speed off. Though you knew the driver couldn't see you, making obscene hand gestures in the direction the vehicle went made you feel a whole hell of a lot better.

Purely from muscle memory, you made your way to Vicrul's apartment on the top floor, one of the largest in the building, facing the door after taking a deep breath in through your nose. Just as you were about to knock on the door, it opened; a busty, scantily clothed blonde standing in front of you.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked, snarling at you. She definitely looked like the type of girl who peaked in high school, trying to chase the success she had received in her past throughout her entire adult life, only to continue failing. You rolled your eyes, pushing past her into your brother's apartment.

"Vic!" you yelled, your shout bouncing off the walls and ringing throughout the living area. The blonde scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest after closing the door, keeping her eyes on you as if you were about to steal something.