In Your Arms

Say Yes.

The questions continued long into the evening. Each one was more invasive and unnecessary than the last, and your cheeks were positively tomato red as the clock struck 9.

Kylo Ren hadn't even introduced himself properly yet and still he knew almost everything there was to know about a person. How thorough. Through the interrogation, Daisy had decided to venture back inside - despite the tension in the air - and settle at your feet, as if to say, 'you're doing great!'

"I suppose that covers everything." Kylo had pulled out a small leather notebook. It was dwarfed in the palm of his hands. It looked comically small but if you had been the one to handle it - it would appear normal sized. The man was built like a fridge with hands to match.

You stood from the plush dining chair, his eyes widening as you did so. Perhaps he wasn't finished yet. Awkwardly, you remained standing... your expression communicating your intent to conclude the affair.

"Hm. Sit down." He spoke, an authoritative threat to his words as he tacked your name onto the request.

"Oh. Sorry, I thought we were done-" Surely you would be done soon, right? Or did he need your blood type too?

"We are done when I say we have finished, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Geez. Talk about a control freak. Some of us have netflix to attend to, dude.

"Now. It appears you are the perfect candidate for the position. You've answered all of my questions and Daisy seems to like you enough... so far. Do you have anything further to ask me?"

Oh shit. No more stolen questions.

"A few actually." You continued only when he nodded his head, allowing you to continue - as if you needed his permission to speak. "I suppose my biggest question is mainly logistics, sir. For example - this is a massive dwelling. Will it only be me here, on my own, during my stays?"

He appeared attentive, considering each of your words carefully. Once again you felt like a mouse in a trap, and he the dangerous cat.

"In the main house - yes. I pay my staff far too much for them to linger, and honestly they are like ghosts. Why do you ask? I thought I had made it clear that you would be alone."

You nodded, maybe too eagerly. "Yes of course, I guess I have just never been alone in such a large house before. And honestly, I don't know the first thing about how to take care of a place this big."

Kylo's features softened slightly as you spoke. Apparently he wasn't expecting your response. "I see. My staff will attend to the conventional maintenance of the estate. Your responsibility is to do what I ask, and take care of Daisy. Where do you live currently?"

Another predatory question. "I live in a studio apartment near the school. It's above this restaurant and is too tiny for even a couch." Why you offered up so many details was beyond you.

"Hm. Well, you will have the east wing to yourself here. You can decorate it as you'd like, though nothing permanent or hard to change. Assuming you say yes."

An entire wing? How often did he expect you to be here? Had he not just very casually asked you to move in?

"Woah. Erm. Thank you, sir. That's very kind of you. I don't even know what to say."

"Say yes." He stated flatly, his fingers locking together as he rested them on the tabletop, allowing his eyes to bore into your own.

No pressure. "I'll have to give my other clients notice, but I would love to accept."