The Dark Side of Love Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter Four: Instinct

Chapter Four - Kylo's POV

This whole situation is a mess. From what I was briefed about, this mission was supposed to have been an easy one - something they do routinely. That soon took a drastic turn... All of this raw anger I can feel, like thick smoke all around me blending with the Force. It's coming from her, from (F/n). I have no idea what (F/n) went through in her past, but by the sounds of it, she really didn't enjoy it. This... Maz Katana... she said she was (F/n)'s mother... Obviously she's not her biological mother, so where are her real parents? Are they dead? Were they captured? Did they... did they leave (F/n) behind and run away? Damn it! I want to know. I had to shake my head to rid myself of thoughts that would possibly distract me from the tasks at hand. I've come this far, I won't be caught up in certain emotions now. I refocused my attention to the centre of the room where my Master - or should I say Mistress? - was. I could feel my heart rate begin to increase and my mouth went dry in anticipation as she grasped her helmet. I instinctively took a step forwards to get another glimpse at her face. Why do I want to see her face again? It's not like... I think she's pretty or anything... I gulped. Ok maybe I do, but that won't change anything. I heard the familiar sound of helmet clasps coming undone, then she pulled the thing off in one swift movement. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders and face as my breath hitched in my throat. A dark scowl was shadowing her face, her eyes burning holes into anything their gaze landed on. I gulped again as she pushed a hand back through her hair, unable to stop myself from thinking in a certain way. I couldn't help but find her cruel expression just a little sexy. I kicked myself at the thought immediately. Uurgh. She's my superior for God's sake! Get a grip! I stared at her and focused on steadying my breathing and calming my mind and heart rate. I thought of things that were clearly not a turn on for me in any way possible: like the unflattering Stormtrooper armour; the Light Side; and Snoke's face. This all seemed to work very well indeed. That was, until a sudden thought of the Sith woman in a figure-gripping black satin dress popped into my mind. The thought of her dressed in anything but Sith robes made my mind go fuzzy, and I groaned internally as I tried desperately to rid myself of these thoughts before it was too late.

As I refocused my attention back to the centre of the room, I realized that neither of them seemed to have moved; (F/n) was still stood firmly with her helmet tucked under her arm as she glared down at Maz, whom of which looked like she was looking up at a night sky full of stars; full of awe and wonder. As I watched the orange woman closely, I saw a faint smile twitch at her mouth and eyes as she continued to stare at the woman before her.

But then something happened that I didn't think would happen. As I watched Maz like a hawke, I saw how one of her thin hands reached up through the air like she was about to run her fingers through (F/n)'s hair. Like she was about to touch her as though they were friends. A snap seemed to echo in the back of my mind, and before I knew it, I was beside Maz, looming a good metre or so above her as I grasped her skinny arm tightly, making her wince and yelp in pain.

"You will not lay a hand on her," I heard myself say darkly, almost through gritted teeth. For the first time, Maz seemed to look at me; really look at me. When her gaze met my mask, it felt like she could see everything that was hidden beneath. It was unnerving, and I didn't like it. Not. One Bit. I shoved her out of my grip harshly, making her stumble back as I returned to the spot I was standing in before. When I looked up again, (F/n) had returned her helmet and hood to their rightful places and was looking dead ahead, seemingly at nothing. However when she spoke again, there wasn't a single drop of the dark humour that was there previously.

"Maz Katana, I have complied with the terms of your trading on behalf of the First Order. I will send a transactions officer down with a dozen Stormtroopers to seal the deal and retrieve the goods. It was a pleasure.... doing business with you," and with that dry tone, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room, leaving Maz standing in her dust. I quickly followed her, not doubting that she would leave without me whilst in this sour mood. Captain Phasma joined us as we exited the room, but she didn't ask any questions about the mission - I assumed she must have heard everything that went on from her position by the door. The fast walk back to the spacecraft was eerily silent, and I didn't like it. Even the flight back to the base was quiet, nothing being said between any of the superior officers; only orders being given from (F/n) and Captain Phasma to lowly soldiers.

It wasn't until I was walked through the entrance to the base that I felt a tug on my sleeve. I turned around and looked down, seeing (F/n) standing there looking up at me.

"Kylo, come with me," was all she said before quickly striding down a short corridor with me close behind her. She lead me to what seemed like an office room, held for meetings. The walls were light grey, and in the centre of the room was a large, shiny black oval table surrounded by about twenty matching chairs. The light in the room was dim and cold, making the whole place feel icey. As we walked in, she locked the door behind us from the inside with a security code, before turning to me. I felt the Force suddenly flare up, like gas that had just been ignited with a single spark. She tore her helmet off and slammed it onto the table, her expression furious enough to kill an army.

"What the hell was that?" she hissed, jabbing a small finger dangerously at my chest.

"What was what?" I asked, my voice wary, though I wasn't she if she could hear it through the robotic alterations.

"Back on Takodana. I gave you one, one, simple instruction, Kylo. Let me do the talking and act on my signal. You remember me saying that?"

I nodded.

"Then why did you act out of turn, interfering with Maz Katana and myself?"

I stayed silent, suddenly realising what my rash thinking -or lack of - had just cost me.

"I asked you a question," her tone was dark.

"It was instinct, Ma'am."

"Instinct?" she scoffed, "if that had been anyone else besides Maz, a person whom I know well, you could have started a battle. A small one, yes, and one that we could easily win, but it would put allies and useful contacts on the enemy list. We can't afford that," she stepped back and took a deep breath, "I don't need looking out for, Kylo. If I did, it would be I who were the apprentice and you the master."

I felt my head drop and my gaze turn to my feet as I really thought hard about my actions.

"Yes Ma'am, I understand," as I spoke, my voice came out quieter than I had anticipated.

"Good," her stern 'teachers' voice had returned, as she pulled her helmet back on, "you're dismissed. I expect to see you at six o'clock sharp tomorrow morning in the training chamber." (F/n) had turned in one fluid motion, her long black robes flowing out behind her with the momentum of her spin. She paced to the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly. But just as she was about to leave, she looked over her shoulder and spoke to me for the last time that evening, her voice much softer than it had been previously, before leaving me stood all alone in the room.

"Goodnight, Kylo."