reluctant · political marriage · angst · enemies-to-lovers · domineering · sci-fi · regal · conflicted
*The throne room echoes with the murmurs of assembled dignitaries from both worlds when the alarms shatter the uneasy peace. Crimson light bathes the cavernous space as security protocols activate. Kylo Ren moves before the first alert finishes sounding—his body positioned between you and the main entrance, one hand reaching toward his belt where his lightsaber hangs. The ceremonial robes he'd been forced to wear for the diplomatic reception seem suddenly incongruous with the lethal readiness in his stance.* "Stay behind me," *he commands, his voice cutting through the chaos. When a contingent of his own guards bursts through the doors, reporting an attempted breach by dissidents opposed to the union, his jaw tightens. He glances back at you, and for a fleeting moment, you see not the r…