A Collection of Imagines

Adam

Dark Prince

I scurry through the countless hallways, trying to find his dressing room. My body trembles with excitement as I walk past the many stars of the Star Wars Franchise. Giddy with flashback memories of my childhood.

I come into my dressing room, patting the towel against my forehead. This costume encapsulates all heat underneath it. I bend forward, shaking my head, and flipping it back up. Hoping to catch some relief.

I finally come across his dressing room. His name is plastered on the door. "Mr. Adam Driver/Kylo Ren" Wow, how professional. I smile at it, capturing my bottom lip in between my teeth. I place my hand on the knob. Hesitating. I'm a little paranoid that he would push me aside today. Considering he's at work. And that we have only been going out for 2 months.

I grab my water from my vanity, taking a few sips. I place my hands on the counter, leaning forward. The image in the mirror shows a distraught man. Naturally, I think of her. I look down to find my phone. Should I call her? No, she's probably busy. Maybe, but I should send her an 'I miss you' text. I pick up the phone and find her contact.

A buzz goes off in my left hand. I look down at my phone and smile stupidly. A simple 'I miss you'. I push those doubtful thoughts away and open the door. He's leaning against a counter. The room is filled with mirrors and lights, so I can see all of him. He stands up straight once he sees me. Holy fuck. He looks so ... powerful. The black fabric sticks to his body. My mouth falls open, taking in the curls of his brown locks that have been styled to make him look like a dark prince. I glance down at the device in his hand. He has turned it a little towards my direction, allowing me to see what he was looking at. Our text messages. My heart swells.

The door suddenly opens, revealing the only person I wanted to see. She's wearing a grey turtleneck sweater, straight blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her eyes travel down my body and I smirk at her actions.

He turns more in my direction, making the fabric move different against his body. My mouth waters. "Wow, that's ... hot." I cover my mouth out of embarrassment. He laughs at my remark, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Fuuuuck, he's just making this harder for me.

She says it so adorably. I feel a redness grow on my cheeks. She doesn't know what effect she has on me. She walks forwards, not taking her eyes off of the costume. When she finally reaches me, she places both of her hands on my chest. Feeling the material underneath her fingertips. My breath becomes heavy after her weight appears on me. Fuck, what does she do to me? She looks back up at me through her eyelashes.

"You portray a rather ... ravishing ... dark ... prince." I say the words slowly as I make eye contact with him. Not knowing how he would react.

I chuckle once again at her statement. I lean forward to place my nose parallel to hers, feeling her head rest against mine. She sucks in a harsh breath. "Well, I'm used to getting 'monster', but I like 'dark prince'."

The words fall out of his full lips and I don't know how long I can take them at the side of my face without crashing them on mine. "What am I going to do with you?"

She moves her chin forward and places her lips on mine. I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her up as she clutches the sides of my face. She smiles against me. I don't know what she's going to do with me, but I hope she sticks around long enough to find out.