nyctophilia || kylo ren x reader

three

It'd been almost two weeks since you absolutely embarrassed yourself that first day of the trial.

It bothered you that Mason was so upset over something that you didn't know about due to your own lack of attention.

Now you felt you had something to prove, that you weren't as incompetent as the incident had made you look, made you feel.

You knew Mason thought you'd only went just because you wanted to hold him accountable for missing your anniversary. He'd insisted that you didn't need to come anymore, that he was sorry for the way he acted the day before. You forgave him of course, after thinking about how you'd act under the amount of stress he was under, though you wouldn't have been as harsh or nearly as cold as he had been.

He dealt with things differently, you knew that.

So you kept going. You wanted to support him, show him that even though he had been acting selfish, you weren't like him. You were going to be there for him no matter what, because you loved him.

A small, though dark, part of you feared that maybe Mason wasn't the only reason for your commitment to the trial.

You'd gone in that second day, brushing your red hot humiliation to the side. The same man from the day before had been sitting in the same spot. After scanning the room to find that, once again, the room was full of spectators, you went up to him, asking politely if you could sit there. He looked up at you, blue eyes staring into yours much too long for comfort, before scooting over slightly so you could take a seat

You'd gone in everyday after that. Sitting in the same seat, next to the same man.

It was a routine.

After a couple of days you began to actually look forward to going, especially when the trial had started to heat up. You liked that everyone who had become a regular just like yourself had their own little assigned seat. You liked that for once you had something to do other than sit at home and wish your life had been more than just being Mason's wife.

But today was one you dreaded.

Today you you were supposed to go to brunch with some of Mason's colleagues' wives.

It was a monthly occurrence. You absolutely hated it.

That's why since the moment you sat down you'd been silently praying that today's session would run over so you wouldn't have to go.

When it ended 30 minutes earlier than usual, you had to physically glue yourself to the bench to stop yourself from standing up and desperately begging them to go over something again.

You had already been on edge since you realized the blue-eyed man that you'd never spoken to, but had found normalcy in sitting next to, was missing.

Almost everyone had left now, but you sat, clutching the seat below you, mind working tirelessly to find any excuse under the stars to get out of going today.

Sighing, you stood, grabbing your bag. You had to go.

You stopped when you heard your name, turning around to meet Mason's gaze. He motioned to for you to come closer, a small twinge of excitement rising as you realized this was the first time he was actually interacting with you in court since the first day. You'd been driving yourself, since he had been working late. Maybe he'd ask you to stay for a minute, so you could grab lunch together, or maybe he'd tell you that he'd be coming home with you. It was a Friday, after all

"Yes?"

"Brunch today, right? With the wives?" Mason asked.

Oh.