In Your Arms

First Impressions

"Come in."

His voice echoed through the heavy door before you had even had the chance to rap your knuckles against it.

Stealing another deep, steadying breath, you obeyed. Pushing the door open to reveal the inside of the impressive foyer of the main house.

You had an inkling of what to expect, having seen the articles regarding the nature of the home. It was nothing like seeing it with your own eyes, though.

The architecture was interesting and distinctively different than anything you had seen on TV before. There were several pillars lining each side of the entrance, stained a glossy black that matched the marbled flooring.

Everywhere you glanced was something new to take in. A heavy atmosphere of sophistication and - weirdly - isolation.

The house barely looked lived in at all. Not a personal item in sight. No framed pictures hung on the walls or over the captivating fireplace peeking out from the open view of the back of the house. Not even a dog bed. No colors other than black, grey, and the occasional splash of ivory.

It did nothing to ease your nerves, as you were hoping it would. There was something about being trusted enough to step into someone else's home. Being welcomed in always carried a certain weight and warmth that you couldn't describe - but now you found yourself aching for it's embrace nonetheless.

Seconds passed and you felt the burden of his gaze on you as you took your time taking in the sights of it all.

"Are you suddenly incapable of manners?" His tone was short, like earlier, but it didn't seem to contain any malice - maybe just annoyance.

You stepped in further, the door shutting with a thud as you rang your fingers nervously with your other hand. "I'm so sorry, I was just... taking it in. You have a beautiful home." You extended your hand, praying to anyone who would listen that your palm wouldn't be sweaty when it met his.

It was the first time you had actually laid eyes on the man you knew to be Kylo Ren. And it was nothing short of... exhilarating.

Every inch of him your eyes discovered felt like a modern feat. A prize in each strand of his beautiful jet black hair, that fell in messy curtains and kissed the back of his neck. Entire galaxies swimming beneath the milk chocolate ocean irises of his eyes. The light fixture above making the small amber flakes dance in it's shadow.

All of his facial features were somehow strong, and perfectly sculpted. He was large, far larger than you in nearly every decipherable way. He stood at least a foot taller than you, his shoulders dwarfing your entire frame.

There was something about the way his eyes found yours. It made your toes curl in your shoes. It was as if he was the first person to ever really see you. Which was strange, considering his less than hospitable tone.

After a couple of hanging seconds - it became clear Kylo Ren had no interest in shaking your hand and instead he simply turned on his heel and journeyed deeper into the home.

"I trust you are familiar with the requirements of the position?" He spoke over his shoulder, the honey texture of his voice making your heart pound just loud enough that you were frightened he might be able to hear the organ bursting inside your chest cavity.

"Yes, sir. It is my understanding that I'm to be available at all times. May I ask, do you frequently leave town for business?" You tried to keep your tone professional, and falsely confident.