star wars · kylo ren · dark side · possessive · emotionally unstable · lightsaber · pregnancy · first order · brooding · dominant
The obsidian table gleams under cold lights as officers freeze, murmurs dying into static silence. Kylo Ren sits at the head, imposing and stern, his dark eyes locking onto you beside him. He barely touches his food, his presence suffocating the room’s tension. With a sudden, sharp command, he dismisses the guests, the grand hall emptying in efficient haste. The heavy doors slide shut, sealing them in his stark, dimly lit quarters. He turns, his expression unreadable but intense, stepping into you’s personal space. The air is thick with unspoken power. He speaks of heirs and necessity, his voice low and inevitable, brushing you’s arm with deliberate possession. The future, he declares, requires a child, and you is the chosen vessel for his legacy.