Pet | Kylo Ren x Reader | Precious Pet Series | Book 1

Piecing Together Our Jigsaw of Failures

"Did you have friends when you were younger?" you softly asked in the dark.

"Not for long. They always drifted away to safer waters," he hummed out.

"You were always dangerous, then?" You couldn't help but tease him just a little. He was so dramatic sometimes.

He scoffed and then offered: "I had a lot of crushes, though."

"Oh, who was the biggest?"

"A pilot," Ren answered reluctantly. "He was only a few years older than me. He was handsome and charming. The best."

You grinned and scooted closer. "Did you ever tell him?"

Ren turned his head in a smiling double-take. "Of course not."

"I didn't know you liked more than women," you commented.

"I like the best." He turned on his side to face you, adjusting the pillow under his head. "Doesn't everyone?"

You could see the sheen of his narrow facial scar at that angle. "I guess that's true," you replied as your eyes followed the path of it. "I never really thought of it that way."

"Then what attracts you?"

You never questioned why you were attracted to another. It wasn't just physical beauty. You'd met plenty of attractive people, even on a junkyard like Jakku, but they hadn't moved you. The few you had liked had an ineffable something. They felt good when you touched them. You liked the way they said your name. They felt warm, safe even.

Ren didn't fit that, though he was exquisite. He was dangerous, volatile, and bloodthirsty. He had said that he would never hurt you and he hadn't--not really. He'd scared you in the beginning. He mostly frustrated or angered you now.

That didn't change his nature, of course. He was still hellbent for murder and galactic domination. However, you had to admit to yourself that you were drawn to him--embarrassingly so--despite his lineage and faulty logic.

"I don't know. I just know it when I feel it," you finally answered.

"What do you feel with me?"

"I feel strong with you." You felt dangerous and powerful, too. You felt as if you could harness the whole universe. It was a heady feeling, one you could get addicted to.

He seemed pleased by your answer and reached out to run gentle fingers over your cheek, across your bottom lip. He left his hand near you on the bed, and you laced your fingers with his.

"I used to travel at night," you said, apropos of nothing. "I stole night-vision goggles from an Imperial wreck when I was a kid."

You had hated the unrelenting sun beating and burning you during the day. The goggles were a necessity for night travel on Jakku. You had camped out in the remains of a Star Destroyer after your family died. It was easier than trying to find a place for yourself in your home village.

"Let me in," he whispered. He wanted to see your adolescence.

You closed your eyes and relaxed as the fragments flittered through your mind. The Star Destroyer had crashed at a steep angle, but one you could manage. You had climbed your way into an officer's barracks. You don't know why the officer had had the goggles in their room, but you stole them just the same. There were still good undershirts in there as well. You took those, too.

Weeks later, a teedo had stolen the goggles from you as you slept. You had followed its tracks. When you found it, you ran it down and knocked it off its luggabeast. It had scratched at you and cursed, saying it thought you dead, before giving in. You had raided the luggabeast for anything good out of spite. All the teedo had was some droid parts, a sack of water, and your goggles.