Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

forty-eight; endings

You walk with Hux shielding your body a couple of steps ahead of you. His will had been so easy to bend; his thoughts have already gone numb. He doesn't try to protest anymore, but you can still feel his embarrassment at having relinquished his body to your command.

The ship seems to be alive, a certain darkness vibrating through the air. Snoke's ill intentions can be felt everywhere. You can feel his energy radiating and echoing through your blood.

End his misery, Vega.

You shake your head and blink your eyes repeatedly. It's becoming gradually difficult to pinpoint which thoughts are genuinely yours and which are being forced into your head by the ever powerful Supreme Leader.

He doesn't deserve to be alive anymore.

"Did you hear something?" You ask Hux, making him turn around to look at you. He narrows his eyes. You roll yours and decide to keep him silent, pushing forward through the dark ship, the only actual sound being heard your boots' light treading on the metal flooring.

*

Kylo makes his way through to the room where he felt the darkness pull him most. The adrenaline rushing through his veins is ringing loud in his ears. He can't even hear the menacing humming of his cherry-red sabre. It casts a dim red glow on the metal surroundings.

He pauses outside the door to the room. Kylo knows there isn't really a room at all behind this makeshift door- but rather somewhat of a portal to whatever dimension Snoke has decided to make a habitat of.

In one of his earliest training sessions, Snoke had told Kylo- in a tone dripping with pretend concern- that once he had secured his position with the Dark Side by ridding himself of a tie to the Light Side- killing his father- he would always be a Force portal away for whenever Kylo would need help from his master.

All he had to do was chant the code of the Sith. Chant it like he truly believes in it.

Kylo sighs, and, rubbing his temple where a stinging pain was proving to be a persistent one, wishes that time would stand still, even if only for a couple of minutes.

He focuses his gaze on his lightsaber and remembers how proud he had been when he had seen the finished product. He had built it with his own bare hands, retrieved the cracked Kyber crystal himself. The cross guard blades always radiated the extra heat from the main blade, and he always used to stick his finger- or sometimes even his whole hand- in the small flames for a few seconds after every time he had taken a life with that very same lightsaber.

He liked doing so just to prove to himself that he could feel. Because with every life he took, the numbness inside of him grew, and it kept growing to the point where he had gotten so sure that he was no longer made of flesh and bones, that his veins had been starved of blood and cells.

He knew that no matter how long he left his hand in the crystal's flames, it would never ever come close to making him feel as much and as strongly as when he had started to slowly, but surely, fall in love with you.

Thoughts of you start to cloud his brain; thoughts so intense that they make it seem like your face is materialising in front of his very eyes. He closes his eyes and tries to calm his ragged breathing, calm his heart down.

Kylo knows for a fact that he would truly give anything in the entire universe to have met you in different circumstances. Why couldn't he have met you from a young age? On some faraway planet in an unheard of solar system where the Force is thought to be simply a myth?