It had been weeks since that passionate night with Kylo in his quarters, and yet you still thought about it every day. Over the past couple of weeks, you and Kylo had grown closer than you had ever imagined, and not just in an intimate way. You started to actually enjoy singing for him, and witnessing the small moments of peace that it brought to him and his turmoiled mind. It seemed he felt the same way about you too. When he came back to his quarters at the end of the night, it would be one of two things. It was either that he entered the room with his hand outstretched to force you to your knees, then defile you and roughly toss you on the bed to have his way with you. Or, he entered the room quietly, snaked his hands around your waist, and whispered something sweet to you in your ear before pulling you into his arms. You would then stay up until the early hours of the morning. You wouldn't always talk, but there were occasions where the both of you would share deep, meaningful looks while laying across from each other on his plush bed. Every time he walked in the room, your heart fluttered, and your hands itched to touch him. The two of you had created a shockingly deep bond. You could tell that you were the one he trusted, you were the one he talked to if he was upset about the exasperating life of a Supreme Leader, and you know that if there was anyone that he would turn to for support or comfort, it would be you: though he had yet to show such vulnerability. You sat on his bed, stroking the silken sheets, daydreaming about him. His dark hair, his broad shoulders, his soft warm lips...you wanted him. But more than just his body. You wanted to be with him all of the time. You wanted to be by his side always. You shiver as you realize that you no longer have a desire to return back to your old life. This was your life now. You wanted to be all his. Just then, you heard the familiar heavy steps approaching the doors. Your heart leaps out of your chest. Already?? He usually wasn't back in the room until hours later. You hear the scan of his hand beep in confirmation of his identity, and you had only a moment to run your hands through your curls before the doors parted, and in stepped Kylo Ren. You felt that tingly feeling that you only experienced when he was around, but you played it off.
"Couldn't handle the full day of ruling a galaxy, supreme leader?" You tease lightly.
He slides off his helmet, as per usual when he returns to his quarters for the day. His face remains serious. Your mischievous smile fades and you look up at him curiously. Without a word, he takes two long strides toward you, before grabbing your cheeks, and slamming his lips into yours for a long, breathy, deep kiss. You swoon into it. You can't help it. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, his arms so tight around you, You close your eyes in bliss before he stops the kids shirt, looking intensely into your eyes, his deep brown eyes glinting with a golden tint.
"Pack your things, we're set for departure in 45 minutes." He urges in a hushed tone.
You snap out of your romantic fantasy that was playing in your head.
"Wait what? Where are we going??" You ask, a million questions flashing through your head. Were you in danger? Was he getting rid of you? A lump formed in your throat.
The handsome commander steps away from you and begins to pace slowly.
"I have seen you and your thoughts for weeks now." He begins, "you are strong. Your mind is strong. Your will is strong." He pauses, staring out the window with the stars whizzing by. "You are quite intelligent, and ambitious. And I think with the proper training..." he turns to face you, eyes glowing with urgency and passion, "you could be very powerful." His words shake you to the bone. What was he saying? He begins to take several slow steps toward you, as he lowers his deep voice. "Neveah..." he whispers, making your heart drop to your feet. He closes the distance between the two of you, causing you to crane your neck to look up at him in anticipation.
"I want you to join me."
You blink, your mind reeling. He purses his lips, and continues.
"I want you to be my apprentice. I have seen a vision that you will one day be a powerful Sith." His breathing seems short, as if he is excited or terrified to continue: you can't figure out which it is. He doesn't take his eyes off of yours as he says,
"You will stand by my side, and together, we will conquer the galaxy." He finishes. You are struck dumbfounded, trying to comprehend what he was asking of you. You? A Sith? The Supreme Leaders apprentice?
You can see him swallow heavily before his eyebrows arch into an expression of concern, and his voice comes out in a soft plea saying,
"Please. I..." he wets his lips again,, then extends his gloved hand to you steadily as he breathes, "I need you."
You feel lightheaded. Just the thought that Kylo Ren, the ruthless ruler of the galaxy just admitted that he needed you. By his side, to help him conquer the galaxy. To become a powerful Sith like he was. You breathe in deeply. You could see it all now: he would teach you the ways of the dark side of the force. He would train your mind to be strong. You would have the golden tint of the Sith in your icy blue eyes. You knew you could. You knew you would, with him. Adrenaline begins to pump through your veins, your heart beating faster and faster as you break out into a grin. You reach out your hand, and place it in his before smirking up at him, and in a solemn, low voice, answering,
"Then your apprentice I will be." You dip your head low, "Master Ren."
You hear him inhale sharply in what is almost a gasp. His full lips part, and then widen into a wide smile. Your knees wobble.
"Then we haven't a moment to lose."
After grabbing a few belongings and hurriedly stuffing them into a bag, you find yourself rushing across the Finalizer alongside Kylo Rens quick strides.
"Where are we going??" You huff, completely out of breath from all the excitement and speed walking.
"The hangar bay." He replies shortly, looking straight ahead as troopers clear a path for you both.
"Yes, but where are we going?" You emphasize.
It is a few moments before the dark lord answers,
"To the caves of Ilum."
You say nothing, but look at him confused as you approach the hangar bay.
"If you are to be my apprentice, you will need your own saber, will you not?"
You feel your jaw drop. Your own lightsaber. The very thought of it makes your palms tingle, itching to hold it. You hold back an elated grin.
You have never felt so alive as you board Kylo Rens TIE fighter, squeezing onto his lap in the small pilots seat. You watch him skillfully take off, and launch into sublight travel. Your thoughts are racing, your mind spinning, and your heartbeat quickening by the second.
"I don't know the first thing about the Dark Side." You murmur softly.
With his hands still resting on the controls, and you on his lap between his arms, he leans his head down near your cheek, so close that his breath tickles your ears, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, as he whispers in a sultry tone,
"I'll show you the Dark Side, little songbird."
And so it was, in that moment as you soared past the planets and stars, beginning your journey as a Sith, in the lap of your new Master, Kylo Ren, that you became completely his. The story would forever be told of how the infamous, beautifully graceful, singing sensation, Neveah, became one of the most powerful Sith to ever rule the galaxy alongside her master, and lover, Kylo Ren: where she would remain for as long as she lived.
THE END
