Shadow Desires

Chapter 14

I was at General Hux's office discussing the TIE fighter jet power issue. I presented my strategy, outlining the improvements we could make to maximize efficiency. We talked for nearly an hour, going over every detail, until General Hux was suddenly called away, leaving me alone in the office.

I took a moment to gather my notes, feeling a sense of accomplishment. But then, I felt it—that familiar presence.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned, only to find Kylo Ren standing behind me, his mask concealing his expression, his dark presence filling the room.

"You really think this strategy will work?"

he said, his voice dripping with skepticism. "You don't understand the true potential of these ships."

I clenched my jaw, feeling my frustration rise. "I've run the numbers, and I believe this is the best approach," I replied, trying to keep my tone even.

Kylo stepped forward, his towering figure intimidating.

"Your belief doesn't make it right," he shot back, his voice filled with disdain.

His arrogance fueled my anger, and I could feel the tension between us growing more and more intense.

My heart pounded, and my hands balled into fists as I tried to stand my ground against him. Kylo's jaw clenches, and for a moment, silence stretches between us, charged and crackling. He steps even closer, until the heat of his presence is almost overwhelming.

Kylo: Leaning in, his voice a rough whisper. "You think I don't see through you? All that bravado, the defiance—it's just a cover."

You: Your breath hitches, but you hold your ground. "And you? All that darkness, the armor—you're more afraid than anyone."

Kylo's eyes darken, but not with anger. Something more primal glints there. His gloved hand reaches out, brushing my jaw.

Kylo: "You speak too boldly for your own good."

You: Your heart is pounding, but you tilt your head, challenging. "Maybe I like the consequences."

In one swift motion, he has me pinned against the cold, metal wall. His grip is firm but careful, as if he's afraid of breaking me. Your lips are just a breath apart.

Kylo: His voice is raw, full of frustration and something deeper. "This is dangerous."

You: Your voice is equally unsteady, but defiant. "So am I."

Suddenly, Kylo reached up, removing his mask and letting it drop to the floor. His face was inches from mine, his expression a mix of anger and something else—something that made my breath hitch. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him, and then his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss was hard, demanding, full of the anger that had built between us—but there was something else there too, a fierce wanting that neither of us could deny.

My anger began to melt away, replaced by an intense heat that made my knees weak. His hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place as the kiss deepened, leaving me breathless.
When he finally pulled away, I was left gasping for air, my heart racing, my mind spinning. The room felt like it was spinning with it, and I stared at him, my lips still tingling from the intensity of the kiss.

Kylo's eyes were dark, filled with a storm of emotions—anger, desire, something that seemed almost vulnerable for a fleeting moment.

"This isn't over," he said, his voice rough, his gaze locked onto mine.

And with that, he turned and left, leaving me alone in the office, my mind reeling, my heart pounding, and the taste of him still lingering on my lips. The mix of emotions within me was overwhelming—fear, confusion, and an undeniable attraction that I couldn't shake. Whatever was between us, it was far from over, and I knew I was stepping deeper into something I didn't fully understand.