When you wake up the next morning, you realize that you were still in Kylo's quarters. As you sit up groggily and rub the sleep out of your eyes, you gaze around the room curiously. Unfortunately your masked commander was nowhere to be found. You toss back the inky black blanket and sit up, rubbing your sore thighs as you wince. Then it hits you. Had he slept in the same bed as you? That seemed unlikely; the mask would be uncomfortable to sleep in and he wouldn't dare risk showing you his face again. It was a bold move last night and now you were slightly regretting your previous choices.

Chills spread across your skin as you rise from the bed, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. It drags at your heels as you walk around the room. For whatever reason, you felt at home. Like it was comfortable and you were safe in the confines of his quarters. A sense of security did come with being the mighty Kylo Ren's apprentice. He wouldn't let anything happen to you because you were 'valuable' to the 'First Order.' Truthfully there were times when you wondered what he thought of you. If you were just some girl he could fuck or if you really truly meant something to him.

You didn't know why you were so desperate for validation from him. After all, he killed Xian and Ben, was keeping you from Kess, kidnapped you, and forced you to join the Order. The fact that you had warmed up to him so quickly was a little unsettling to you. The Force 'dyad' you two shared must have had something to do with it. You were familiarizing yourself with both him and the First Order faster than you had hoped, but perhaps this wasn't so bad. The Order promised you an outlet for your growing power and a place among them. A place where you mattered. A place where you could get all of your answers.

Your curious eyes catch your reflection as you pass by a small mirror hanging on Kylo's wall. It was a little amusing to think about him looking in the mirror to make sure he looked alright, but he was human under all of that darkness. You wince softly at your reflection, seeing just how tousled and rough you appeared. Kylo had made a mess of both your body and your hair. Your digits gingerly graze the dark marks left by his lips on your jaw, neck, and collarbone. You tug on your nightgown to inspect the rest of your body, groaning at the sight of the love bites on your hips and upper thighs. He certainly had done a number on you. A sigh escapes your slightly puffy lips and you push open a door you could only assume to be his bathroom. Letting the blanket fall carelessly at your feet, you turn on the water and lean down, splashing it on your face. Your gaze lowers to the sleek black drawers built into the counter beneath the sink. Normally you weren't one to poke through other people's belongings, but your curiosity was getting the better of you.

The drawer pops open smoothly as you press your cold fingers against it, revealing its messy contents. Sheesh. Turns out Kylo Ren wasn't very organized with his smaller belongings. It wouldn't hurt to clean it up a bit, would it? You bite your lip and begin to sift through the little bottles and nick-knacks, setting them upright and returning them to their little white baskets. You were making steady progress with the drawers and you were so focused, that you didn't hear the door to Ren's quarters opening with a hiss. It wasn't until he was at the bathroom door that it was too late.

"What are you doing?" His deep voice rumbles angrily, scaring the life out of you.

You practically leap away from the drawers. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be nosy. I was just washing my face and-"

Kylo leans in and yanks you out of the bathroom. He stares down at your widened eyes staring in horror into the slits of his mask. "You should know better. That was a foolish thing to do, pet. Fortunately for you, it's something to discuss for later. You're a part of the First Order now, which means it's only fitting for you to be present when the weapon sets its target on the Republic systems."

You furrow your brow. "I'm not sure if that's something I want to see-"

"You don't have a choice," he leans in with a low growl. "You need to show these people that you're one of them. One of us. Only then will you be able to earn their respect." He caresses your cheek with a leather thumb as your expression changes to worry. "Don't worry, Butterfly. You'll be perfect. My little pet." His finger slowly trails across your horrendously obvious love bites as he hums briefly in content, as if proud of his work on your skin. "Now everyone will know who you belong to. His hand locks around your throat and you squeak. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Commander." You gasp. "And only you."

Kylo smirks beneath his mask. "That's my girl. We'll continue your training when we finish up. Get dressed."

"B-But-" you protest as he releases his hold around your neck. "-I don't have any clothes. You stepped all over the dress. People are going to notice if I'm wearing the same thing."

He sighs and reaches into his closet, pulling out a black t-shirt that was almost too simple to be a part of Kylo Ren's wardrobe. You discard your nightgown on the floor and his eyes immediately lock hungrily onto your body. As you tug the shirt over your head, it reaches just above your knees and hangs loosely on your shoulders, practically engulfing you in fabric.

"That's all you deserve to wear for poking around in my belongings." You could hear the smirk behind his voice as you sigh and turn on your heel. Barefoot with no pants it is.

Your feet press against the cold ground as you scurry down the hall, leaving behind a trail of fading footprints. You could hear Kylo's heavy steps behind you and the deep rumble of his chuckle resonating in his throat. He leans against your doorway, eyes glued to you from beneath the mask as you scramble to change and run a brush through your hair. You weren't quite used to the new robes he had gotten you, so you had to figure the layers of light fabric out as you went along.

"Alright," you huff as you finally finish. "Let's go."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Kylo muses. "You nearly froze to death last time you went out there."

Right. You sigh and drag yourself back to the closet, tugging on a heavy cloak and pinning it around your shoulders. A pair of leather gloves catch your eye, which you struggle to pull onto your hands. Your cheeks burn knowing that Kylo was probably having the time of his life watching you getting flustered. He stares at you as you brush past him with your nose in the air like it didn't bother you. As the two of you walk down the twisting corridors, you feel Kylo's hand brushing your thigh. You arch an eyebrow and give him a teasing grin. "Careful, Commander. Someone might think it would be inappropriate for a master to be touching their apprentice in such a way."

Kylo scoffs. "I can do whatever I please just as long as the Supreme Leader doesn't discover us. I could ravage you in front of this entire base if I so pleased."

"Right," you roll your eyes. "You're too much of a coward for that."

He stops walking abruptly, gripping you by the front of your robes. "Watch that mouth of yours, Butterfly. I thought I taught you a lesson last night. Isn't that why you're struggling to walk?"

You glare at him. "Whatever."

Kylo chuckles once more and releases you. You cross your arms huffily over your chest as you two approach the end of the corridor. He steps into an elevator and gestures for you to join him, the doors shutting behind you. 'I could ravage you in front of this entire base if I so pleased.' His words made your cheeks heat up the more you thought about it. If he so pleased, he could take you in this elevator here and now. Now that was a fun little thought. Kylo furiously pounding into you while some poor Stormtroopers were waiting for the elevator to come back. You couldn't imagine what you would do if someone walked in on you. Surely Kylo would continue fucking you while the other person stood awkwardly. Your eyes widen. No, shut up! Shut up! He can hear your thoughts.

"And they're especially loud, pet." Kylo growls teasingly. "Don't get too desperate and needy now, Butterfly. We'll have to save this elevator idea for another time. Perhaps I could take you in the training room first and have the Knights watch." You move to punch him in the arm, but he catches you by the wrist with ease. "I would advise against doing so. When we get to the top, we're going to stand to the side beside the officers on your right. Keep your head up and your eyes straight ahead. Show no fear. It's going to be an intimidating sight, I won't deny that."

You nod stiffly, your nerves now spiking. Kylo gently brushes your back in reassurance, before he straightens up and the doors slide open. As if a switch had been flipped, he grows rigid and takes powerful strides onto the massive platform. You were trying not to ogle as you stepped out behind him. The elevator had put you both on a towering concrete platform backed by fluttering First Order flags.

Below you, hundreds upon thousands of Stormtroopers stood on the once-empty docking zone. Their pristine white armor shines in the rapidly dimming light through gentle flurries of snow. You place your trembling hands behind your back, glancing up to Kylo for some form of comfort. He didn't return your gaze. He was focused on the people gathered before him. Your gaze shifts when General Hux steps forward. When he speaks, his voice booms loudly and echoes through the frozen air.

"Today is the end of the Republic. The end of a regime that acquiesces to disorder. At this very moment in a system far from here, the New Republic lies to the galaxy while secretly supporting the treachery of the loathsome Resistance! This fierce machine which you have built, upon which we stand, will bring an end to the Senate! To their cherished fleet! All remaining systems will bow to the First Order! And remember this as the last day of the Republic!"

In response to his powerful speech, the crowd raises their left fists simultaneously as a symbol of the Order. Voices of static come unintelligibly from Hux's earpiece. As he shouts his final word "fire," the Stormtroopers turn in unison to face the snowy banks. You suck in your breath as the ground upon which you stand begins to vibrate and hum. The only thing stopping you from reeling back in surprise as a fiery jet bursts through the sky, was Kylo's brief grasp on your wrist. The horrifying red beam shoots into the atmosphere, blasting heat into your face and causing your cloaks to rip back violently, nearly throwing you off balance from the sheer power. The red glow reflects on the silver rims of Kylo's mask. Just as quickly as it had begun, the beam dies down and disappears into the vastness of space. There was a moment of silence, before a female's voice echoed through the stillness.

"All targets destroyed."

A loud uproar of cheers and salutes explodes through the base. Kylo turns on his heel abruptly and storms back into the elevator. You couldn't move and it wasn't until the Force yanks you back that you were able to. The elevator ride back down was completely still and cold.

"Kylo..." you trail off with uncertainty. "H-How many planets did that thing just destroy?"

"Five."

Five. Five?! How was that even possible? It sends shivers down your spine and it was suddenly blatantly obvious how powerful the Order had become. Kylo hadn't even flinched. You pull your lower lip through your teeth. What had you gotten yourself into?

"Come back to my quarters with me." His deep voice snaps you out of your worrisome thoughts.

You shift slightly. You really couldn't handle getting pounded into his mattress again. Not now anyways. Not with your body still sore and the thought of those planets getting destroyed fresh on your mind. Kylo scoffs softly, causing you to look up at him. "Don't flatter yourself, Butterfly. I'll give you a little time to rest. There's something I need to show you instead."

This was a relief to say the least. You follow him curiously back to his quarters, unsure of what it was he wanted you to see. When you were snooping around that morning, there was nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing you had seen. He guides you to a door opposite of his bed. How had you not seen that before? You shake your head, running a hand through your hair. The door slides open automatically as it senses their motion. Kylo gestures for you to go in first and you cautiously do so, peering inside as though you were expecting some kind of booby-trap. It was a little difficult to see, but you could make out two faint shapes in the middle of the small circular room. One looked like a chair and the other like a pedestal with something resting upon it. Kylo reaches for the switch near the door and turns up the brightness of the lights just a little bit, giving you enough light to really see what was in front of you.

You inhale sharply, your eyes widening at the sight of the object on the pedestal. At first it just looked like a hunk of molten black metal, but upon further inspection you discovered it to be a helmet. And not just any helmet.

You shakily point to it. "Is-is this-"

"Darth Vader's helmet." Kylo nods stiffly. He desperately wanted to say 'my grandfather's,' but he knew that would give everything away. So for now, he had to lie to you. "I managed to get my hands on it through the Supreme Leader."

"Can I-" you stop yourself just before your fingers meet it, looking back to Kylo for confirmation. Your fingertips graze the cool material when he nods. You were in pure awe. The entire galaxy knew who Darth Vader was. He was a legend after all. "This is incredible." You furrow your brow when you feel it. The Force. It was flowing through you, almost humming and vibrating with life. It felt as though it was trying to connect with you, similar to the way you had felt when you and Kylo shared your Force bond.

Your master moves closer to you. "It's calling to you... I can sense it. The Dark Side is beckoning you. You were made for it." Kylo reaches out, his gloved hand resting on top of the hand you had placed on the helmet.

The two of you simultaneously gasp as a surge of energy ripples between you. It was as though someone had plunged you into a dream. No. A vision. Hundreds of voices were echoing through your head at once, but you didn't recognize more than half of them. They were like strangers calling out. Only these strangers had connections with the Force. You could sense that.

'You were the chosen one! You were meant to destroy the Sith, not join them. Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!'

'I hate you!'

'You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!'

'BEN! I love you! P-Please come back to me. Please... I can't do this without you.'

'Promise you'll always be with me... no matter what happens.'

'Of course.'

'My beautiful Butterfly.'

Just as quickly as you had been flung into the terrifying state, you were pulled back to reality. Kylo rips his hand away from yours, his chest heaving and his breathing erratic from within the mask. Your eyes were wide and there were tears stinging at them from the sound of Ben's voice. You were both confused and horrified with what you had just experienced. "W-What was that?"

"Our Force bond," Kylo murmurs, although he sounded just as confused and scared as you did. That was the first time you heard the smallest pang of fear in his voice. "I... don't know what the rest was." You reach toward him, but he swats your hand aside. "Don't touch me." His voice was cold and angry all of a sudden. "Stay away from me... just... go back to your quarters."

"Kylo, I-"

"Did you hear me?" He suddenly yells, causing you to flinch. "GET OUT!"

His hand dives for his lightsaber and your legs carry you out of the room. The last thing you hear before you stumble out of his quarters, is the angry roar of a lightsaber cutting through metal.