Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

three; fright

You wake up with a start, sensing another presence in your room. Sitting up, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, your eyes instantly dart over to the door, and sure enough, Kylo Ren is standing there, his black robe blending in with the darkness of the room. His white face stands out, and his expression isn't one of happiness. Yours isn't either. There is only one thing that you truly hate in all of the galaxy. Being woken up. Especially at an ungodly hour such as this one.

"What are you doing in-"

"How many times am I going to have to repeat myself? Get up." His voice sounded tired. But who wouldn't be at this time of night?

"What? What for?" How did he expect me to wake up, exactly? Why couldn't he have just come over and tapped my shoulder or something, like a normal human being? He's so weird.

"Watch it Luna," he warns, reading your thoughts. "Supreme Leader wants a word with you."

You don't even bother shutting your mind off. "Now? I was asleep, Kylo. And I'd like to go back to bed. Night." You pull the sheets over your head and hope he gets the message. He doesn't, though, because you soon feel your own body sitting up in bed, as if with a mind of its own, shifting towards the end of it. "Don't use that shit on me when I'm half-asleep Ren," you snarl. He's really getting on your nerves now.

"Get up!" he shouts, his deep voice echoing against the metal walls. He doesn't have to use the Force on you this time, his angered voice is enough to get you out of bed grumbling. You shuffle up next to him. "Well?"

"Get dressed. You're not meeting Supreme Leader Snoke in your.." He pauses, his eyes scanning your black silk nightgown. You wish you had worn something not quite as revealing as this gown. Its neckline plunged way too low. But how could you have known that Kylo was going to be in your room at this hour? Besides, you were sure he had other things on his mind that were far more important that your nightgown.

You fold your arms across your chest as you wait for him to find the words he had been looking for. "This.. silk night.. dress.. thing." He gestures with his hand while he's trying to describe it. It amuses you, and you suppress a laugh. "Stop thinking I'm joking, Luna," he says angrily. His deep voice sounds far more menacing than it actually is in the quiet of the night.

You turn away from him and try to find something to cover your gown with. You can't shake the feeling that his eyes are following your every move. You eventually find an oversized black cardigan and drape it over your shoulders. "Let's go. I'm not in the mood of putting anything else on. Besides, I'm not changing with you in here, and we both know that the second you walk out that door I'm going back asleep."

Kylo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He's close to losing his temper now, and you can feel him getting more irritated by the second. You feel yourself start to get tense because you know you shouldn't be acting this way. You're disrespecting him. But you're too tired to care. You're always cranky when someone wakes you up, and he should have at least warned you that he was going to be coming into your room this late.

He exhales through his nose, opens his mouth to say something, but you don't give him a chance. Without thinking, you wave your left arm over him once, and his body shifts a few inches away from the door. It doesn't take much mental effort to do so which is weird as  Kylo usually never lets his guard down this much.

If he hadn't been angry before, he's sure as hell angry now.

"How dare you even form the conscious thought of using the Force on me?!"

You walk out of the door, and stand shivering in the grey metal corridors. "You use the Force on me all the time. Now you know what it feels like," you mumble, regret about what you just did already forming in your chest.

Kylo grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, your faces so close that you can feel his hot breath on your face. "Never do that again." His fingers are pressing hard into your skin, and he's hurting you.

"I won't," you say quietly, knowing you had taken it too far. He doesn't let go of your wrist, and is willing you to look into his eyes, but you turn your head away, ashamed. His grip on your wrist tightens, but you can feel him try to calm himself down, taking pained breaths. You can see his jaw is clenched, and focus your eyes on his lips, waiting for what he has to say next.

He lets go of your wrist, roughly pushing you away from him. Without speaking another word, he starts walking, or rather, stamping down the corridor, his feet making loud clank-ing noises which you were sure would wake up the entire starship's residents soon. You follow him, your cardigan wrapped tightly around your torso.

After walking in crippling silence for a couple or so minutes, he pauses in front of an enormous door. He reaches out, about to slide the door open, when you place your hand on his arm, trying to catch his attention.

"What is it?" he asks, without turning his head to look at you.

"Wh- what do you think-" Fear of who you're about to meet suddenly hits you like a wave. "Do you think-" Kylo turns around to face you, quietly studying your face as he patiently waits for you to stop stuttering. You realise your hand is still gripping his arm. With his other hand, he presses his fingers- ungloved, for once- against your temple, and closes his eyes. For once, mostly out of fear, you decide to let him read your thoughts, knowing it would be quicker than trying to form a coherent sentence.

His expression changes. It's a soft expression, one of perhaps even sympathy, definitely the softest expression you had ever seen on him. "I have no idea what he wants to say to you." He removes his fingers from your forehead, brings his face a little closer to yours, and says quietly, "But I am sure he doesn't want you killed."

You let out a small sigh of relief, let go of his arm. "I'm sorry for what I did earlier."

He clenches his jaw and nods slightly, before turning to face the door and waves it open. He walks in with an air of confidence, and you gingerly trot behind him.

The room is not what you were expecting. It doesn't seem like it is actually inside the starship, because of it's enormous size. It feels like you had walked inside another realm altogether. You couldn't even tell where the sides of the room began and ended. The room- if it could even be called that- was pitch black, except for a few dim red lights coming out of the ground at random places, and it seemed like there was a single ray of light shining down on a very large throne-like seat, upon which sat, who you could only guess, Snoke. 

His eyes, which bulge out of his pale white bony face, scan you, and you feel like you're under scrutiny. Kylo stops walking, lifting his face to look at his master. You're so engulfed by the mysterious room, that you don't even realise Kylo had stopped walking, and bump into his back. "Sorry," you whisper, and stay hidden behind him, feeling like a little child.

"Master of the Knights of Ren." Snoke's voice breaks the tomb-like silence of the room. It instantly sends shivers down your spine. Your heart is beating in your throat, but you can hear another heartbeat pounding furiously. You quickly close your eyes to focus on where the heartbeat is coming from, and that's when you realise. It's Kylo's.

"Supreme leader Snoke," replies Kylo, keeping his eyes trained on the peculiar creature sitting in front of him. His voice does not betray how fast his heart is pounding. It's one of confidence and certainty. "General Hux informed me you requested an audience with my apprentice."

Kylo hesitates for a second before stepping to the side. He had been hearing your heartbeat all along. He knows you're afraid, but refuses to think anything about it. He can't, not with one of the most powerful Force-users in the room, who could easily read his thoughts like a book.

"Ah." Snoke stretches his neck to get a better look at you. You sheepishly raise your eyes to look at him. "So this is the girl I have heard so much about."