Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Her Savior

(TW: Sexual Assault Attempt)

Rey was more introverted than extroverted. She wasn't the party type in high school and that didn't change in college either. Every once in a while though, her few close friends would convince her to go out for "just one drink" at the club.

Tonight though, she didn't need to be convinced.

The rush of adrenaline she got from the runway and that man still hadn't left her body as she strutted down the street to the club near the venue where the show was. It's where all the regular-time models went almost every night to get ridiculously drunk and snort cocaine until they didn't remember what year it was. Those weren't Rey's intentions, of course. It never had been.

But the rush felt so good, it was like a high. And if she went back to her tiny, lonely apartment right away, she'd feel normal again. It was kind of nice to feel important just for one night, and she didn't want it to end just yet. A couple drinks would surely do the trick.

As soon as she pulled open the club doors, she already felt eyes on her. Eyes on the tight dress she still wore from the show. There was a good chance she would get in big trouble if the dress was ruined, but it wasn't like she had anything else to wear. Her clothes were nowhere near the standards here.

Immediately, she made her way to the bar and ordered a Gin and Tonic which she downed rather quickly. She found herself scanning her gaze around the room searching for a certain tall gentleman. Preferably one with black shiny hair and the eyes of a hawk.

The only people she recognized were a few of the models from earlier and she's not surprised in the slightest that they were all grinding on some random guys' dick.

Not feeling too fancy, Rey called for two shots of tequila, making the wheels in her brain turn a little slower. The night she had called for a celebration.

A celebration in which she celebrated... alone.

But with the constant replays of the night flashing in her head, she hardly seemed alone. The blaring music in the club only intensified her memories of the runway, as did the dress she still wore. She savored the feeling she had when she strutted down the runway, when every set of eyes was on her. Especially his set of eyes.

When Rey's thoughts trickled back to him, the feeling grew stronger. Saying that his gaze sent a million sparks and chills of intimacy throughout her body would be an understatement. There was simply no way to explain the emotion to its true extent.

His words lingered in her mind...

"...the girl that had me so caught up in her beauty."

"I didn't get many shots of the prettiest woman on the floor."

"...it was worth it."

Worth.

When had she ever been worth anything to anyone? Sure, she had a few close friends who she knew cared for her but would they ever put a halt to their lives for her? That question she could answer with ease.

And yes, she had a couple boyfriends who she was decently fond of, but they never stuck around long enough for her to fall in love with them. Love wasn't something Rey had ever experienced or something anyone had ever expressed towards her and she accepted long ago that it might be that way forever. She was Pluto - always there but never really seemed important.

"How do you know what I seek?"

She didn't. But she did know that it wasn't her. Meaning she still couldn't understand why he bothered going up to her in the first place. And yet she still found herself searching for him in the crowd of men whose nights would end with pleasure.