Leave Me To Die • (Kylo Ren x Reader)

3. A New Face

You've been in his spare room for weeks now as now your body is almost done healing itself.

You've only spoken to him a few times since the first interaction. He left the base for another solo mission to Jakku. You recall hearing him talk to Hux in his quarters outside about a girl. Maybe that's who he's looking for.

You stand up and stretch out. Walking was finally an option which feels amazing after not being able to for so long. Still, you've never been outside of that small room. 

As curiosity fills you, you push all the buttons you can outside of the door in hopes to find a way out.

A door inside of your room opens. Not the exit though. Dark cloth fills this room.

A closet.

You find nothing but black clothes. Of course a cape is in the mix. Just like the one he carried you in.

The cape slides up over your head. It's long and drags across the floor.

The glossy black walls help give you a reflection that you use to admire yourself. 

You grip the sides of it in your hands. It smells of metal and dust. Also a hint of him. You remember this smell from when he held you.

In a sudden shock, you jump as the door behind you opens. Kylo stand before you now. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He doesn't seem mad but almost humored with me.

"Uhhhh..... I-I was just messing around. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." You take it off and toss it back in the closet.

"It's fine. That was the one I brought you here in. It's stained with your blood. Useless now. You can play dress up with it whenever." He smirks after his mocking statement. 

"And you're not playing dress up? You never even take off that mask." You bark back.

"I suggest you don't disrespect me, little girl." He is motionless saying this. "I know you heard about my mission. Why do you care about what I'm looking for?" He sits on the bed awaiting your answer.

"I don't know. I just want to know you. What did you go to Jakku for? The girl?" You sit beside him.

"Yes. I went for revenge. She hurt me." He bowed his head. "I didn't find her there."

"How did she hurt you?"

"Close your eyes." He requests. "DONT open them unless I say you can."

You agree. You trust him. He's all you have to trust.

Your eyes slide shut and you cover them to make sure you're not tempted. "Ok? Now what?"

"Wait." You hear him moving around a lot. "Give me your hand." His voice is different now. Clear.

You knew his helmet was finally off but you wouldn't look. He trusts you.

You present your hand as his leather glove takes it. He slowly raises it to his face. He pauses for a while before finally continuing on.

You flinch as your hand meets his skin. It's smooth but also rough. He's been through it all.

His hand leads you to his most sacred spot, the crack in his skin.

You feel it as you ponder what it is. Oh. A scar. You follow the trail from top to bottom. Under his eye down to his neck where his uniform cuts you off.

Both hands are now feeling him and to your shock he doesn't stop you. 

You're surprised as you reach his hair. It's long. Shoulder length maybe. It's soft. Really soft.

He places your hands back on your own body where you await more orders. 

He rumbles around more. "Ok. Open."

Your excitement drops as it's just his helmet. "She did that to you?"

"Yes." He sounds sad. Very sad. "I wanted peace with her. She ruined my life. I don't want peace with her now. I want her gone. Her saber pierced through my face like nothing I've ever felt before. She broke a part of me."

You smile softly. "Well now you've got a bad ass scar. It felt really nice. I'm sure it's not bad. Either way you feel nice. Your skin feels kind."

His jaw moves. Almost like he's smiling. "Maybe one day I'll show you."

"Why can't I see now? I don't want to push you but... I really want to know you." You hold out your hand hoping he'll let you feel again or even let you see.

He's pauses for what feels like minutes. "You can see my hands. That is all for today."

"Thank you." You'll take what you can get.

His leather gloves slip off one by one and he gives his hands to you. You slowly take them both.

You feel them. You feel the weight of his power in his hands. All the scars and cuts on his hands show a story.

One rather large scar stand out to you. "What was this from?" You ask politely for a response.

"Lightsaber. I got carried away one night years ago. Almost lost my hand." You feel him pull away slightly. He feels uncomfortable.

You take two of your fingers and kiss them. You press them on his scar. "I think it looks really cool." You give back his hands even though you want to hold them forever.

He slides his leather back on slowly."I'll be back tonight. We can talk more then." He hesitates to leave. He had more to say. "Be dressed in 3 hours. I'm going to take you on my ship for a mission. It's very important that you be there."

As he exits the room you feel your heart sink in your chest. 

He felt at peace in your hands.