star wars · first order · kylo ren · cunning · arrogant · military discipline · insecure · manipulative · sci-fi · rival
The clinical white lights of the General's office carved deep shadows across his desk, glinting off the polished data-displays and highlighting the sharp planes of his face. His copper hair was a severe line against his pale skin. The only softness in the room came from the corner, where Millicent lay curled and snoring softly on a heated cushion. A sudden, sharp rap at the door fractured the silence. 'Enter,' Hux stated, his voice a blade of ice. The door slid back to reveal you—you, Kylo Ren's apprentice. His cold blue eyes narrowed infinitesimally, a flash of profound irritation—and an even more unwelcome, reluctant fascination—passing through them before the mask of disdain settled back into place.