**ON HIATUS** Burning Desire (Assassin Kylo Ren x Reader)

5. Feel Me

"Kylo."

It took more than a few seconds for your adrenaline-addled brain to catch up, your brows knitting together with gentle confusion as you looked on from your doorway. You felt your lids flutter, your head shaking ever so subtly as you processed what he was saying; what he was offering you.

And then it hit you--a train careening off the tracks and smashing into the soft, fleshy body of your consciousness.

"Kylo," the word was sweet and foreign on your tongue. You let it linger, savored it as it filled the cavern of your mouth before letting it drip silently from your lips. For months you'd wondered and for months you'd tried to convince yourself that it was better not to know. Better to let him live forever in your mind simply as the enigma from the alleyway. Over and over again you'd tell yourself that this was enough, doing your best to silence the perstering voice at the back of your mind insisting that it wasn't.

But now...here he was, standing before you offering you the sweetest salvation you could imagine.

His name.

You two stood in silence, Kylo looking over his shoulder as he considered you. You wanted to run to him, to grab him by the collar of his blood soaked button up and drag him back into your apartment. In the mere seconds you had left together, you imagined what it would be like to languish in the thick scent of blood and lust that filled the air of your little New York City apartment.To have him whisper in your ear how proud of you he was, what a good job you did for him all while you--

"Ill uh--I'll be seeing you. Soon."

And like that, he was gone, his massive body expertly menouving down the narrow stairwell before disappearing around the corner.

And only then, when you were alone, did rational strike you like lightning strikes the earth--brilliant and unexpected. For far too long you'd lingered in your open doorway, caked in blood and sweat. With your newfound clarity you forced yourself back into your apartment, shutting the door behind you and resting your weary head against the wall. You had no idea what time it was, how long you'd been wrapped up in saving your mystery patient's life. You went to take a deep breath to steady yourself but found the air too heavy with the stench of blood, the smell catching in your throat; making you gag. And when your eyes zeroed in on what little you could see of your bedroom, blanketed in large swaths of blood and gore, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you couldn't stay.

You tried to ignore the agitated trill of your heart as you made your way to your kitchen, Kylo's voice ringing in your ear as you reached for your phone.

'Don't scream'

'I need your help, angel.'

'Kylo.'

With trembling hands, you grabbed your phone, flicking past the bombardment of texts from your coworkers to instead find your sister. You tapped her name, your screen fading to black as a soft ring emanated from your speaker. Your eyes inadvertently flickered to your open bedroom, the new position of your body in relation to your apartment giving you a no less blood soaked view of your room; a shiver ruthlessly running down the length of your spine as a result.

True to form, she answered before the third ring, the usual brightness of her voice only slightly damped by the time of night.

"Hey kid, you ok?"

"Rey...can I stay with you tonight?"

--

You shifted a little on your sister's opulent sofa, resting your feet in her lap as you lifted your wine glass to your lips. You let the bitter, viscous liquid pour delicately onto your tongue before forcing it down as quickly as possible. Usually you didn't hate wine, but you hated Rey's wine.