You've always been a junkie for power. A trophy hunter for the thrill of it, you were very used to getting your way - when the First Order hired you to take out a particularly pesky colony of Rancor on Dathomir, they knew that. So when Kylo Ren asked you what you wanted from across the conference table, your answer was simple.
"I want a powerful man." You sensed the way he tensed, and your gaze never left his visor. "Someone who can keep up with me."
"That can be arranged." His modulator crackled, and you felt a surge of lust at your own confidence.
"For something this dangerous," You clicked your tongue. "I do believe I'll need a down-payment."
"For someone who's taken down numerous Starweird," The newly appointed Supreme Leader mimicked the teasing in your voice. "I didn't think you'd consider this dangerous." He cocked his head to the side, and you narrowed your eyes as a smile pulled at your lips.
"You don't know my history on Dathomir."
"So I don't." You could hear the amusement in his voice. "Perhaps we should move this meeting somewhere a little more private?" He suggested. You stood gracefully, pleased with yourself.
"After you, Supreme Leader." You purred.
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Drabbles and Drafts
Fanfiction*Tags will be updated as I add to this! This is a collection of ideas I have that will eventually be turned into fully fleshed out stories/one-shots! Honestly, this one's going to be a mess, but consider this a trailer to the rest of my works. Hope...
