Consilium (Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader)

Chapter 6

Kylo's POV:

It had been a few days since he'd seen you, and you still hadn't left his mind (though this wasn't news to him anymore). Kylo Ren couldn't stop thinking about your lunch date - if you could even call it that.

Maybe he had been a bit over-enthusiastic in thinking of it as such in his head. He had been too eager, excited to see you again and to sit with you for a meal. Kylo had thought that maybe he could get to know you a bit outside of your professional context, to make you more comfortable with him as a person.

Except that it wasn't a date. You were his client and he was your lawyer. What the fuck was he thinking? And calling you a "good girl"? Had he gone insane?

These were the thoughts that kept Kylo Ren awake but paralyzed, unable to pick up the phone and check in on you, even under the false pretense of having a question on or an update on the case like he had been doing before.

He was in his office, trying not to look over your case for the millionth time this week even though there had been no developments when the call came.

You sounded rushed, afraid. Your voice cracked, sounded like it was about to break, like you were about to cry. Kylo felt his blood boil, knowing there was no other reason that you would be calling him like this, desperate and pleading.

Orson had kicked you out, you'd said. Orson had a knife and he seemed crazed. You'd been hurt but you were okay. Your voice had stuttered as you'd made your request: you didn't need anything from him except for a ride to a hotel. You were sorry but you hadn't known who else to call.

You couldn't stop apologizing and it made Kylo see red. All you were asking for was a ride but the way you had asked made it seem like that was already too much. Orson Krennic had done a number on you, and it was evident in the way that you approached needing support. You didn't want it and it pained you, and in turn, this hurt Kylo.

Kylo knew it was likely you didn't have much money for a hotel and he already knew that he would be insisting on putting his credit card down at the front desk, but he didn't tell you that. You could be angry with him about it later.

The most important thing right now was finding you, picking you up, and taking you to safety. Kylo's mind whirled with frustration as his thoughts raced, trying to think of how to best handle this new obstacle. Maybe he should offer an alternative place to stay? Just until your apartment was ready, of course.

Kylo wanted you to feel cared for and safe. The way your voice had sounded on the phone had left a sinking, uncomfortable feeling in his gut and it clouded his rational thinking.

Before he could mull it over any longer, Kylo let you know he was on his way, trying not to let the anger seep through his voice, his body shaking with adrenaline. He had made his decision.

Orson Krennic was going to lose. It wasn't about numbers and figures and winning anymore, it was personal. And maybe it had already been personal for a while, but Kylo couldn't think about that right now. He could only think about you. You needed him and he would be there for you, he swore his life on it.

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Your POV:

A sleek-looking black sedan pulled up to the bus stop a few minutes later. You knew even before the tinted windows rolled down that it was Kylo, and you were surprised at how quickly he'd made it. You briefly wondered if he'd been speeding or if maybe he wasn't at the office today.

Kylo reached over and opened the door for you, face as stoic as ever as you fumbled your way in. You felt nervous and panicky as if you were moving from one predator to the next, but Kylo Ren was a different kind of predator.