You stifle a yawn as you finish the last cheerful notes of what seems to be Kylo's new favorite morning song. Over the past few days that you have been here, you have been bored out of your mind. To pass the time, you like to ponder on Kylo Ren's mannerisms and behaviors. As the last note of your morning melody fades, you watch the supreme leaders eyes open fully. Without a word, he gets out of bed, and makes his way toward the bathroom. Once he is in the other room, you let your yawns escape. Couldn't he wake up any later? Singing for him in the morning was always more difficult. You had tried to explain to him that it was difficult to sing when you first wake up, but it only resulted in him getting unnecessarily angry, and threatening to lock you back up in that stupid cage on the floor. You concluded that monsters like him didn't care to heed the complaints of anyone but themselves. That's the thing that you couldn't figure out though. He acted like a monster: so cold and emotionless, but when you sang for him, and he closed his eyes, you visibly watched his hard, cold, protective shell evaporate. As soon as you sang a verse, his eyebrows would relax, his shoulders would loosen, and his full lips would rest from being pressed in their usual tight line. You had to admit: it was a good look for him. And quite honestly, if you would let yourself admit it, anything was a good look for the tall and dark supreme leader. He carried himself with a presence that was alluring and terrifying at the same time. Despite him being cold hearted and in a constant bad mood, he was quite handsome. Each day that you were with him, you tried your hardest not to pay attention to his attractive features in fear that he could slip into your mind at that moment. All of these thoughts ran through your head as you sat on the edge of his bed, like every morning. He emerged from the bathroom and stretched his toned arms. You blushed and looked away, thinking intensely on what you were going to have for breakfast.
"I'm going to get dressed now" you jolt at his voice, low and deep in his throat. His morning voice made your stomach do all sorts of flips.
"You may go to cafeteria. I have arranged for your breakfast there. They were also instructed to have fresh garments for you. After you are finished, return here." His instructs, voice still monotone and emotionless.
You nod and exit the room quickly, letting the doors hiss closed behind you.
The breeze created from your quick steps feels refreshing against your face as you walk down the long halls of the Finalizer. You sigh, passing dozens of stormtroopers on your way, wondering yet again how you got here, and a little confused as to why you weren't fighting back more. You figured it was just because there was no alternative. It's not like you knew how to fly a freighter to escape on, and you couldn't just jump into space either. Compliance was the only option. You round the corner into the massive cafeteria and head toward the table where your breakfast and clothing usually awaits you. Today a boy, about your age, with shaggy brown hair and vivid green eyes stands behind it. You put on a pleasant smile as you walk up.
"Hi! I'm here to pick up my breakfast and some new clothes?" You start, trying to seem personable.
"Yeah, for Neveah, is that right?" The boy clarifies, smiling back at you. You nod as your cheeks warm at his charming tone.
He turns and grabs your tray of food, sliding it over, and a small bag full of what you assume to be your clothes.
"Ah, thank you!" You smile brightly. He leans over the table in his elbows, studying your face.
"So I hear you've got a pretty voice?" He questions, raising an eyebrow as he looks into your eyes. Your palms begin to sweat, and you curse yourself for forgetting to check how your hair looked before you left.
"Well I was captured and brought here just to sing for the supreme leader, so I must be decent." You roll your eyes sarcastically.
He laughs, his smile brilliant, making you grin as well.
"Well hey," he starts, "I put my room number down on the tag of your shirt, if you ever wanna...chat more." his voice lowers and he smirks at you, leaving your jaw to fall open.
Suddenly his eyes become wide and bugged out, his jaw falls open as well, and you gasp as he is dragged to the ground by an unseen hold on his throat. Skidding on his knees past and then behind you. You whirl around to see him. The supreme leader, fully dressed and masked, arm outstretched, holding the trembling boy in a force choke.
"How unfortunate. That will no longer be your room number."
The boy gasps for air on his knees at the feet of the Sith Lord. Your heart sinks.
"If you value your life, you will be off this ship within the hour. If you are not, the consequences will be fatal." He assures the terrified boy.
You can hear the venom in the voice of Kylo Ren even though it is distorted and deepened by the cold helmet. The boys face is now purple, he nods vigorously before gasping, collapsing on his hands and knees as the supreme leader relinquishes his hold on him. You rush forward, concerned, before you are grabbed by the collar of your shirt, and forcefully brought chest to chest with Kylo Ren. Your stomach plummets as you look up at him, fearful for your life as he holds you by the upper seam of your shirt.
"Is this what you do all day while I am gone?" He murmurs in a dangerously soft voice.
"Throwing yourself at anyone who looks at you? Meeting them in their personal rooms?" He demands, as you shake your head, trembling.
"I didn't! I don't! H-He asked me!" You protest, anxiously looking up at him.
He is silent for a moment before he releases his hold on you. You stumble backward from the force.
"Let me make one thing perfectly clear, songbird." He sneers, stepping closer, towering over you.
"You Serve Me. And me alone." His voice is a low growl from deep in his chest.
"You have no business conversing with anyone else."
You wanted to protest and tell him that was ridiculous, and you had to talk to people, but as you watched the green eyed boy sprint away, nearly tripping the whole way, you reconsidered.
"For the rest of today, I will not let you out of my sight. You will change, and meet me outside the large conference room on the upper floor. I expect you there in 10 minutes." He commands. Before you can even take a breath to say something, he whirls around, cape swishing around his feet as he matches away. Stormtroopers hurriedly clear the way for him.
You stand in the middle of the cafeteria, dumbfounded, unable to process what just happened. He just threatened a boys life for flirting with you, and dispatched him from the ship immediately. Why did he care? Why did it matter who you talked to, so long as you were back at the end of the day? Realizing that you didn't have much time before you were supposed to meet him, you grabbed your clothes, and a piece of fruit off the tray, and rushed back to his quarters to change, hoping that you would make it in time, as not to anger the explosive, and dare you say...possessive supreme leader who awaited you upstairs.
