Do I Know You? (Kylo Ren x reader fan fiction)

Chapter 1

*8 years later, present day*

You woke up to the sound of your loud alarm clock going off. You rolled over in your small bed to give the death glare to your alarm clock. 'God, how I wish I could smash this shit into pieces' you thought. You tapped the 'STOP' button and enjoyed the silence that had followed after the ringing. You sat up from your sheets, staring at the black wall that was in front of you. You just stared at the boring wall for about 5 minutes, then looked around your cookie cutter room. This room was the same it ever was; a boring black upper ranking quarters. It was dark inside your room and outside as well. Barely any "sun" was coming in, and it was cold, god it was always so cold. All employee rooms on the Star killer base didn't have heaters, you just had to deal with it and buy lots of blankets. You shifted and placed your bare feet on the cold concrete floor. Everything in the room was black. The sheets, the bed, the furniture, the alarm clock, etc. The only things that were not black where the silver detailing of handles or knobs and the and some of the things in your personal bathroom. Even your clothes down to your underwear were black. It didn't matter if it was pajamas or your bra, the First Order treated every aspect of your life like it had to be in cookie cutter condition. All underwear was the same, all uniforms, the fucking pajamas, the same furniture, same schedule everyday; the only thing that wasn't black was the towels. You were at least thankful you had a bed and a decent sized room with a bathroom. One of the perks of having a high position. When you were just a starter pilot, you had basically a broom closet as a room with a creaky cot and had to use the community showers. You got up, walked over to your bathroom cabinet mirror to examine your face. The same messy morning hair as usual. You turned on the sink and brushed your teeth, then turned on your shower so it could warm up. You hopped in, and the steaming water was the warm 'good morning' you needed.The shower was the only part of your day where you had a clear mind and could actually think to yourself. You thought about the plans you had laid out for the day; get dressed, get breakfast, teach your class, lunch, report to general hux, dinner with the rest of the pilot instructors then maybe cards after, if you weren't tired. Yea that's what sucked about this whole shit, even though you were 26 years old, you still had a curfew. Thank god yours was later than your students and most staff. After washing your face, body and hair you turned off the shower stepped out. You wrapped a towel around your hair and body, then started to clean the fogged up mirror. You did your face routine then some simple makeup. Just filling in your eyebrows, some mascara and tinted chapstick. Makeup really wasn't allowed in the first order. Well, it was but technically it was looked down upon. It was really hard to place orders or request shipments for makeup or cute underwear or anything that wasn't in the First Order book of conformism. You knew they purposely delayed luxury item shipments, but luckily you were buddy buddy with the the shipment guards and employees so they would secretly rush your orders. After fixing your hair into a low loose bun that shaped your face, stepped out of the bathroom back into your bedroom. You opened up your closet and started pulling the items you needed of the hangers. Your uniform was different from your students because you technically were not a pilot anymore, you were a pilot instructor. So your uniform looked like everyone else, just with hints of red in it and a little more tight fitting and appealing for your body. It was more flexible, lightweight and fitting due to the training you did. Looking one more time in the mirror then at the clock, you exited your room. The star killer base was huge and ominous, so it usually took you 5-10 minutes to get somewhere close to you. Even though you had been on this base for 8 years, you still got lost sometimes. As usual, it took you 10 minutes to get to the cafeteria. You really weren't a "full meal for breakfast" type of person. You usually took a cup of coffee and a pastry and ate it on your way to your station. You made your way inside and got a cup at the coffee cart and picked up a simple chocolate muffin. As you were heading out your fellow pilot was heading into the cafeteria. "Hey, what's up stranger." You said slowly down as you approached her.