All The Reasons to Love Kylo Ren

Reason No. 1

Kylo Ren. Oh, what to say? There are words bountiful, yet, nothing hath compare to his absolute beauty. 

Until you see him shirtless you will have never experienced true gorgeousness. 

Ah, Kylo Ren. 

I adore him, you adore him, we all adore him. Kylo Ren is a God, no exceptions, no arguments. 

"I'd rather not do this," Rey says. 

"Me neither." His husky voice sends chills down Rey's spine. 

"Kylo, can I ask you something?" Rey asks. 

"Yes." 

"How are you so beautiful?" 

"I am not." 

"Oh, so humble-"

"I am an absolute unit." He t-poses.

Rey is terrified. She was not worthy to witness such overwhelming power. 

He pulls his pants even higher. "Leave, you scoundrel." 

She bows her head and scurries out, ashamed, a blush on her cheeks. 

Kylo scoffs. She liked liked  him. He was disgusted. He had no time for ladies. He had more important things to attend to; running the First Order and what not. He did a  pirouette and sashayed out of the room. 

"General Hugs," he booms. 

"Yes, Kylo Ren, sir?" 

"I need you to replace the elevator pronto so I can have another emo boi temper tantrum about Rey." 

Hux knows not to question anything anymore. 

Kylo tears down the hallway in a zealous rage, his thoughts on Rey. How dare she have a crush on him? He knew he was a God, but Rey? Ew. She was a small little weak girl. 

He smirks as he gets to the elevator. Temper tantrums are his favorite past time and he can't wait to start.