So much for not bothering her today.

His fist raised and Kylo swore the soldiers around him froze so completely, that they all together stopped breathing. Behind the mask of his helmet his face was stern, but he still had the slightest urge to slink away and his visage broke, his mouth pulling tightly shut a second before he rolled his plump lips together and restrained his biting nerves by biting his cheeks. Beyond the confines of his helmet, his mask, he remained externally composed; his exterior maintaining rigidity in form and his straight posture and lifted shoulders widening his broadness, exhumed confidence and physical power.

Already set in his decision, he raised his hand and his leather bound knuckles rapped at the door. It was slightly harder then needed but it was better then approaching too delicately. The added weight of the banging was needed to compensate for the dampening effect of the leather covering his fist. Aware the door was currently programmed to only open from the outside Kylo removed the glove from his right hand and pressed it firmly into the authentication gel. His palm was scanned and the access panel shifted from a clear blue gel to an affirming green. He keyed in the code that unlocked her quarters to him and the compression locks released granting him the access to open her door whenever he was ready.

Once more he repositioned himself, pulling the curve from his spine he flexed his back until he was straight and tall as his form would allow. He replaced his glove over his hand and took an 'at ease' stance, settling into waiting with the now balled fist of his left hand in the palm of his overlapping right.

Of course as a Commander he allowed himself the reign to keep his hands to the front of his form rather then at his back as a lower stationed officer would. Kylo let a few short moments pass, allowing her what he surmised would be ample time to appropriately receive him and then... he entered her chambers.

Rey stood several feet from the door, a towel clenched in her right fist and her hair still dripping over her shoulder blades from the quick rinse she'd just given it in the sink. Kylo stood silently across from her, his massive frame once again filling the entirety of a doorway between them.

She swallowed and bounced the towel against her side, her fist further tightening in the thick fabric even as the wet ends of her hair soaked into the top of her tunic. "I wasn't expecting-"

She was real; not a sandy mirage sifting through his grasp in another of his nightmares. Not an unattainable dream that came and went as it pleased, taunting him and teasing him with illusions of things he'd never have. Nor the ghost of her form and soft voice with her luminous eyes haunting his days and nights via random Force sessions that wound her more tightly around his soul then he already imagined was possible.

Rey was here. She was his and she wasn't going anywhere!

Kylo stepped forward sending the lights over head traveling with the speed of his rushed pace over the top of his helmet and streaking along the front of his mask as he crossed the threshold into her chamber. The sheer determination of his long heavy strides set Rey's teeth on edge, abruptly cutting off her ability to speak.

With him coming at her in full guise, helmet donned and long cloak trailing behind him, Rey instinctively dropped the towel she'd been holding. Her right foot shuffled back and she angled her body. Beyond the intimidating way he approached her she had no initial reason to think he'd attack her but the intensity of his movements was still enough to cause her fight or flight to promptly kick in.

His right hand opened at his side, halting the towel mid drop and when she recoiled at his advance he voiced a stern "No." through the vocoder of his mask.

While he continued forward, the single command through no force other then the severity of his tone, stopped her in her tracks. Kylo single mindedly prowled around her stiff form, his boots almost silently leading him beyond her sight. And when he flanked her the door to her quarters slid shut. The sound of the hydraulic locks was nearly drowned out by the gulp that rolled through her throat and the pulse that grew louder in her ears with every passing second.

There was a moment when he was at her back where she thought maybe he was here by command of his Master. Maybe they'd decided they had no need for her after all. An uncontrollable chill ran up her spine bringing light to her insecurities through his scrutinizing gaze.

Kylo paid no mind to her thoughts, nor did he blame her for having them. He understood from where her fears derived and he made no move to scold her over them just yet. In time she'd accept that he was for her, and farthest from being her enemy then she could imagine. For now, her reaction was warranted.

Upon seeing her standing there, hair wet, clad fully in black, as plain as the black trousers and top under armor was, he still found it exceptionally appealing on her fit form, Kylo had the most urgent need to touch her. He supposed he expected her to fade away as she'd done every single time he'd shared an intimate moment with her in the past. He planted his feet behind her and though he left ample space between them she flinched when his left hand raised just beyond her sight.

"You're jumpy, Apprentice." Silently he swallowed down a thick lump that had built in his throat. He eyed the back of her head, her hair still dripping over the top of her shoulders, saturating the neck and shoulder line of her First Order attire.

His Darkness came rushing to the surface just as his alpha growled in his head, both instinctively egging him on. Rearing up and roaring to life. Ignored and repeatedly suppressed or neglected, his desire shook through him mixing with his Force that if unchecked would surely overwhelm him in its need to have her, to join with her.

Slowly, almost carefully, as if he were calculating her reactions to his movements as he made them, he raised his right hand. Extending it out to the side of her and mindfully positioning it where she could see it, he opened his downturned palm and with only a small tug of his Force the towel rose to meet his waiting hand. Brought on by the building tension of the moment, Rey was unconsciously holding her breath and when the fully clad warrior behind her made the harmless decision to call the towel to him a small burst of air released from her mouth. The moment of relief was short lived though because when she raised her own hand to retrieve the cloth from his, he pulled back and it disappeared behind her.

Thoughtless of her own actions Rey made a move to face him but was instantly halted by Ren's right hand, towel and all, clamping down over her shoulder. Her lips opened in defiant protest but when his left hand quickly rose and he filled it with the damp ends of her hair, her voice froze in her throat causing the sound to come out as a tight grunt. And when he scrunched up a thick handful in his glove, she shuddered in his grip, her shoulders pulling up towards her neck in response to the goosebumps that now rose across her tingling skin.

The instant reaction she had to his touch made his mouth open in a silent groan that tested the bounds of his own self restraint but through the sheer discipline of his will alone he kept himself from pulling her to the front of his body by her hair. Just the feel of having her, really having any part of her physically in his hand... Gods it did so many things to him.

Careful not to tug, Kylo gently squeezed, ringing out some of the lingering water, mindful but uncaring that it now streamed down the leather of his glove until it soaked into the protective pleats of armor that covered his forearm. Whether it was a state of shock, bewilderment, or the highly unlikely possibility of her submission, Rey didn't fight his hold on her. In fact her only conscious response was the quiet shuffling of her feet as she attempted to maintain control of her suddenly wavering balance.

"Just what do you think you're—?" Instantly defiant and desperately seeking a better understanding of her current situation Rey attempted to question his motives but her inquiry fell short when his fingers dug in deeper, sinking in as he wrapped more of her hair in his fist.

His right hand released her shoulder and she remained very still, waiting with growing anxiety for him to enlighten her as to what ever it was he thought he was doing. She was absolutely aware of the power he now physically had over her, not that that had ever been in question. Physically she'd never really stood a chance against him, at least not with out her staff, but there was something frightfully more vulnerable about the position he had her in now.

Behind the shielding confines of his helmet, kylo's eyes outlined her slight form from the curve of her gracefully sloped and fully covered neck, over her toned shoulders and down the length of her left arm. He stopped, his eyes narrowing in on her bicep. The realization of how she'd been tending to herself struck him like a firm shot to the gut, leaving him angrily winded on the spot. Extending his elbow to carefully tip her head back he gave only the slightest tug and she followed the path of his guidance without resistance, effectively craning her neck.

Rey swallowed more audibly now but with her neck so exposed there wasn't anything she could do to further repress the sound from escaping her throat. His left hand loosened and with an attentive gentleness and in an almost tender gesture he dabbed at the hair he'd gathered in his hand with the towel he'd procured from her.

"I find it hard to believe that between the mental tutorial I provided you and your innate ability to navigate tech and robotics, you were unable to operate the fresher." He omitted with a hint of accusation in his mostly distorted voice.

Rey was trapped in his hand, completely aware that she was stuck in a vulnerable position and one hundred percent perplexed.

Why had he approached her in such an aggressive manner? Why was he clutching her hair in his hand in a way that felt as dangerous as it did tender— him carefully scrunching out the water that remained in it from her wash? Why was he even bringing the fresher up, and at any rate how did he know she hadn't recently used it? She was sure she didn't smell bad and they were standing here with his hand buried by the fistful in her wet hair; if anything he should have assumed she just came from there.

"But you didn't." He answered her silent thoughts.

Regardless of Ren's hand fisted in her hair, Rey's head snapped to the side in anger. She hissed when he didn't release his grip, instead bringing his right hand over hers to keep her body from spinning around on him.

"It's rude when you do that." She lectured.

Kylo knew exactly what she referring to. He was well aware that she didn't like when he listened in on her thoughts when she wasn't expecting it.

"And when you learn to control the volume of your thoughts, I won't listen in." He slipped the towel from his hand into hers and she angrily clenched her fist around it. She expected him to release her hand after giving her the towel but of course he didn't. He kept his hand over hers even when she tried to pull it away.

With his right hand now securely overlapping hers, Kylo gave a light squeeze. "And..." His left hand released Rey's hair and he spread his fingers wide then slowly pulled back, working his open fingers through the length of the damp strands. Again Rey shivered in his hands.

Kylo's masked countenance leaned in until the grill of his faceplate was just beyond her left ear. "...You're still wearing the same uniform you boarded in last night. The insignias." Was the explanation he offered her.

He retreated back behind her before his palm and seeking digits pressed and pulled into her hair again and gently he tilted her head out to the left. His other hand moved in unison, slowly raising her towel filled hand up to her head, guiding it to the damp ends of her hair as though she were unable to find them on her own.

Alarms were ringing in her head. Her heart was racing in her chest but Rey didn't feel like this situation merited such a response. Mustafar he was barely touching her! There was ample space between their bodies and he was keeping an impressive amount of control over his Force as well as their bond tightly sealed closed. Really the only points of contact he made with her were his hands, one still toying with her hair along the nap of her neck, sending the most wonderful jolts of buzzing chills vibrating down her spine and out through her shoulders, while the other merely guided her right hand along with the towel to soak up what was saturating the collar and shoulders of her uniform.

Rey couldn't tell if this was some kind of test. Didn't know if she would pass or fail if she showed any kind off response and it had her brain hurting.

If she allowed this kind of interaction without argument was that going to be taken as silent omission? But if she stopped it, wasn't that also telling him how much he affected her... how weak she was in her resolve against him? It would be like admitting how easily he made her insides twist and her knees quake.

Rey felt like that may be worse then not stopping him at all. But maybe that's because somewhere deep down, she didn't want him to.

Ren smiled behind the safety of his mask. He was sure the growing Force-bond between them made it easier for him to hear her thoughts and even as undeserving as he knew he was, he couldn't be more greatful to the Maker for bestowing him such a remarkable gift as their connection.

Using her hand in his he carefully stroked the back of her hair, delicately working what dampness he could from the length of what was available to his hold.

Finally settling on a way out that would both free her from the distracting lull of his hands and allow her to keep her pride, Rey shielded herself in a coat of thick sarcasm. "I think I can dry my own hair. I've managed it so far, believe it or not, my whooole life." Her voice came across a little softer then she intended, possibly due to how soothing his hand was running through her hair, but she was sure she'd add her point anyway.

He wanted to smile at how clever she was. How similar the two of them were... always hiding their feelings behind anger or sarcasm when it mattered the most, but instead he felt himself shrinking in. The reminder of how alone she'd always been pierced him somewhere deep. He understood her loneliness. Understood her independence so well, her mistrust and uncertainty at any kind of intimacy... all of it.

Kylo could feel her hesitancy, her walls were already up when he surprised her with this visit but now she had a mote around her too. He was sure she felt he was after something. Her discomfort over him showing her genuine affection, or as best as he was capable of displaying such things, reminded him of how awkward it had been for him when she'd genuinely hugged him back on Ach'To and he wondered if deep down she felt that uncomfortable every time he tried to care for her, every time he innocently touched her. He knew how secluded she'd been and she was sure to have just as many trust issues as he did, maybe more. At least, being a male and a powerful one at that while also under his Masters protection, he hadn't had to worry about sexual predators striking the second he let his guard down.

Kylo swallowed hard. He wanted to correct her instincts now. Tell her how no part of her was just hers anymore. How if she chose it and as long as she allowed it, she never had to do anything alone again. Even if it was as simple as drying the soaked length of her hair. He would gladly run his hands through it tonight and every night after if she allowed it. But instead his fingers spread along the soft skin of her hairline and he dragged the leather of his gloves through the ends of her hair one last time before altogether releasing her from his hold. Eventually she would accept what he offered, until then he would focus on instructing her and keeping her safe from those who would use her like Ben Solo had been his whole life.

When he released her he saw as much as he felt her Force essence rushing out around her and he immediately knew the cause because his own Force rushed to the surface of his skin; the two energies vying to reach one another. Only through great restraint was he able to keep it from pulsing out of him in waves to find hers. Their signatures working to pull them back together after he released her. Theirs was such a fascinating bond, one he couldn't wait to explore but... in due time.

She's here now and she isn't going anywhere. He calmly reminded himself when he pulled away from her. His alpha was sore with him, his Darkness left unsatisfied, both disappointed. Kylo stepped back and turning away from her, he eyed their surroundings.

Now able to move Rey turned and intently watched the fully clad Dark sider before her. He was scrutinizing her living space like he thought someone was going to pop out of hiding at any moment. Really, it kind of peeved her. She hadn't been here a full cycle and he was already invading or maybe judging her personal space. She just knew at any moment he would turn around and berate her over something he found offensive.

"I assume these quarters are adequate... that is... to your liking?" His helmet turned to the left and he quietly spoke over his shoulder.

A little caught off guard by the softness of his distorted voice and the nature of his question, Rey was unable to speak for a moment.

"Mhmm." She mumbled out a dumbfounded response.

Sometimes it was so hard to read this man, particularly with that Kriffing helmet on. His body language was telling her to keep her distance, his rigid form and flexing fists warned any one who dared approach him of the impending danger at the end of his very short temper. He looked like he was standing at the helm of a battle readily barking orders, yet he was asking her how she felt about the living space he'd provided for her.

This was literally the nicest room she'd ever stood in. It was clean and spacious. Fully furnished and had a private wash room with more running water then she could ever use. Hoth, any kind of water was nice but this was hot or cold whenever she wanted it and she could shower whenever she worked up the courage to do so too. She wished that she felt more comfortable here, she knew she was safe, as long as Kylo Ren wanted it she was certain that would stay the case. He'd once jokingly said, if any one was going to kill her it would be him and as much as she'd liked to have forgotten that frustration fueled quip, she knew it was most likely the truth.

It was unlikely that anyone would try to harm her while under his protection, however that didn't mean she was completely safe. And honestly she didn't know enough about the dark sider to fully trust him. Every time she thought she had a grasp on him he'd do something that changed her whole perception of him again. Their interactions had gone from one extreme to the other and while he'd never out right tried to hurt her, after witnessing first hand on multiple occasions what he was capable of doing to those that should have been closest to him, by blood should have been the safest with him... there was no telling what this man's stopping point was. Maybe he didn't have one. At any rate she knew she was expendable, even if he truly believed she wasn't, she knew it wasn't up to him, but his Master.

She blinked at him then, too tired to guess further at his motives for this visit. "Ren," She started pointedly but quickly moved into a more delicate approach, her exhaustion with the situation, emotional strain and lack of sleep since the flight here finally beginning to weigh on her. "What's this about?" She quietly asked, a hint of defeat in her exasperated voice.

The warrior whipped around, his cloak twisting around his thighs with the speed of his movements. He knew he should have more patience with her. How awkward this visit must have been from her point of view. The last time they'd spoken he was a bumbling mess. An insecure little school boy barely able to keep his head on straight. All because of his pent up sexual frustration and having her so close, stationed just below him, and the knowledge that she'd be in the fresher just after they'd spoken. But as it turns out she hadn't even used it. She was still wearing the same damn clothes from the night before, the uniform he'd removed the First Order insignias from, and he'd just realized she was washing herself in the sink. She had her own private lavatory and she was washing in the sink like a street urchin, wearing clothes she'd already spent two days and a night in.

This wasn't how he wanted her living, not while in his care. She wasn't in the dessert anymore. She wasn't ruled by her need to hunt and gather for others so that she might eat. The only peace he found was that today she'd likely eaten better then she had since forever. Judging by her size Luke hadn't been providing her with enough quantity or the proper variety to support her physique. She was strong. Toned and layered with long lean muscles that most definitely required more proteins and nutrients then she could have possibly been getting on that island and Maker help him, it bothered him. More then bothered him, it enraged him. He needed her to thrive in his care and instead he was worried she'd digress.

She was understandably still frightened of him, after the last few days who could blame her? But after he'd provided her with clean clothes and her own living space with the privacy of a built in fresher— why wasn't she taking advantage of what he offered her? Why was she wearing the same clothes— Bathing in a kriffing sink...

He wasn't a sexual predator. If he was going to attack her in that way he'd sure as Sith have done it by now. Instead he was silently suffering, drowning in his own damn thoughts and needs. Muting the deafening pleas for unity his end of the bond was demanding of him, not to mention the obnoxious thoughts his Darkness plagued him with or the overbearing need to dominate his alpha was constantly growling over.

Something about this woman brought him back to his most primitive state of mind. He was sure his brain couldn't have been larger then a pebbled moon rock right now. There she was, as beautiful and innocent as ever. A look of naive confusion and fear on a face that while delicate now, he'd seen in the past snarling as ferociously as his own inner beast could. Like the cave man that his Alpha encouraged him to be, he wanted to force her into unconsciousness and bring her back to his quarters.

Kriff, he'd bath her and dress her himself to make sure she was properly sought after if that's what it took.

Lucky for her he knew his limitations. Even if he managed to keep his hands off of her once he got her to his room, there was no way he could undress her without violating her in someway or another. He wouldn't put either of them in that position. He wasn't that foolish.

"Maybe this is my fault... for not better clarifying your place here." Even distorted by his mask Rey could hear the anger and frustration laced in his words.

His right fist squeezed so tightly at his side that Rey could hear the leather of his glove crackling in his grip and she thought he was about to lash out at her.

"Ren is too informal a title to be used by my Apprentice." He bit out. His hand raised to halt her already obvious objections. He didn't even know why she was going to fight about this, it wasn't even worth the opposition she was already displaying. She was so damn stubborn. Always so confrontational with him. "Soon you'll meet my knights and then you'll realize there are six more who answer to the title of Ren. When you speak to me there should be know question of to whom you're addressing."

Though she didn't argue with him he could see the defiance in her eyes glowing like little embers just waiting to be stoked into flames.

"This is not a power play, Apprentice... I already have that. You already agreed to these rules when we both accepted each others terms, I'm just making sure you abide by them." He tersely reminded her.

Something deep down in Rey was smoldering. The need to declare herself capable and independent was threatening to erupt to the surface at any moment. But... nothing he was saying was untrue. It was just so overwhelming. She was a nobody several months ago, then she was Luke Skywalker's Apprentice which was ultimately a sore let down. She'd been an Apprentice to a Master who wanted nearly nothing to do with her. Now, in such a short time her life's flipped again and she's become Apprentice to a Master who wanted to control nearly every aspect of that life, every aspect of her. He hadn't said that yet, Hoth, he'd barley even barked orders at her yet, barely touched her, but she knew. She could feel it between them.

He stood there just ahead of her, a mixture of anger and power and aggression. He felt so different to her on the island. Maybe not the first night there and certainly not the last... on the cliffside... She wouldn't forget the way he'd looked at her when she was on her knees before him. His gloved hand stroking her face and his thumb probing her lower lip as she begged him to spare Luke's life. She'd pleaded with him as her Master and he'd looked unbelievably content. It was a terrifying moment between them. A glimpse of what could happen if she gave up all control to this man.

But then she thought about how she'd nearly gotten him killed during their first encounter, after he'd said he didn't want to fight, and in that same night he'd held her until morning just to keep her warm. He'd shared the way he personally interacted with the Force which already raised her power ten fold, patiently instructed and sparred with her, and protected her from herself and those around her who'd harm her. He'd allowed her to emotionally and physically lash out at him time and time again and he'd never raised a hand more then to defend himself.

And then she'd remembered that dream where he strangled her and drove his saber through her. It was just a dream, a nightmare of a premonition that she'd been warned just in time to avoid from coming to fruition and she'd run. Of course he'd chased her. Pursued her by what ever means, even using his power in the Force to hunter her down. When she'd given into him he'd mind tricked her and shortly after, tortured and threatened to kill his own uncle in hopes of forcing her compliance.

But somehow she'd taken the control back. He'd given her an opening in his armor and she plunged right in, breaking him from within. It was as though he was always standing on his own cliffside. At any moment he could lean one way or the other; he could fight his way back up to the surface, back into the light, or he could take the quicker, possibly easier route and plunge head first into the depths of his inner darkness but once he risked drowning in it.

It was with that thought that she saw what his aggression really was. His locked up joints and repeatedly clenching fists. He was a mix of pent up frustration and power. This was what he looked like while he was climbing his way up that internal cliffside. Clinging onto whatever light he had left in him while the darkness wrapped around his ankles, tirelessly working to pull him under. The man from the island was in there, he was just teetering again.

She boldly stared where his eyes hid behind the mask. "I understand, Master." It was the only thing she could do, the best way she thought she could comfort him.

He was constantly putting her before his own comforts, he'd proven that again last night when he'd released her friends. If he wanted to he had the power to dramatically shift their dynamic but he didn't. For some reason he was trying hard to give her some semblance of freedom and she'd be damned if she slapped him down for that.

Kriff, she was just realizing every time she denied him that title must have felt like she was spurning him. Her verbal admittance was the least she could do for him, swallow her pride and accept what was already between them. He was after all, her Master. Ben may have earned the title first but it belonged to Kylo now and he was working very hard at not abusing the power that undoubtedly came with it.

Just as she hoped, some of the tension fell from his shoulders. He still gripped his fists tightly but the cracking groans from the strangled leather had dissipated. His helmet lifted slightly and he took a cautious half step forward. That in its self spoke volumes for a man who never took less then a sure stride in whatever direction he was heading.

Kylo's throat was uncomfortably dry. His body temperature was rising so quickly he was almost feeling light headed. He'd caught a thought here and there but after she'd called him Master his brain shut down. He was expecting her to fight with him again, as she always did, so when she'd addressed him with that title he'd been too shocked to respond right away. It was amazing how quickly she could appease him. The simplicity of how easily she could temper the molten steel that rushed through him. He wanted to reward her for the little relief her acknowledgment brought him but he was bitter about the fact that she refused to take advantage of what he freely offered her.

"I expect you to use the facilities I've provided you, that includes the fresher. Any provisions or equipment you may require will also be provided and are also to be utilized with out argument. Should you need anything extra, anything not already provided, you have but to ask."

Maker he knew she wouldn't. He wanted her to come to him but Force, he just knew she wouldn't and it bothered him.

He could tell that inside she was already offended. Already she was sinking back into her stubborn independence. Her teeth were tugging on her bottom lip and he was certain it was her way of keeping silent. He honestly couldn't believe the amount of self control she was displaying. Even while she mentally recoiled at the idea of agreeing to what he wanted she held back the words he knew she was silently choking on. Probably something along the lines of Go kriff yourself!

He knew it went against her nature to accept anything she hadn't earned. And he hated recognizing the distrust that flashed through her eyes at his words. Again he knew she expected him to want something from her in return. And he did, Force he wanted everything she had to give but not because she owed him anything.

His eyes focused in on the greater picture. His scavenger standing across from him with damp hair, matted thanks to him. Her teeth tugging on the swell of her bottom lip in a way that had his insides folding in on themselves. She really did look amazing clad in all black. Her cheeks had just a hint of crimson, though he was betting that was from anger and annoyance rather then a heat like that which was now filling his core.

He unconsciously took another step towards her and though she didn't retreat, she did lean back on her right heel. He lifted his hand to her face just as he had when he'd seen her reflection across from him. He didn't touch her, didn't make contact with her skin though he seriously longed to. His hand hovered over the space just as it'd done the first time they were in this position; that is, when he'd first looked over her in his fascination, his hand craving contact with her while his Force burned just under his skin. His eyes closed and he momentarily released his control over his power. Her light, her Force essence skittered along his fingertips and palm the second he released the barrier that kept them apart. His essence collided with hers, a greedy mix of want and need as the two energies came together in the middle, just beneath the space of his open palm and her skin.

Rey sucked in an audible breath and Kylo's eyes flew open. Both could feel the rush of their signatures blending, their power coming together like the collision of screaming stars. He felt it then, that same creeping heat he'd first felt when their signatures met in the interrogation chamber months ago. It pulled up his arm like a warm glove, coating and covering him like he were reaching into liquid fire.

In one momentary lapse of his better judgment, one moment where he lost his sense of control, he found his mouth moving with out his consent and the words came out before he could stop them.

"I want you-."

*hey guys n gals, So this is still only half of the meeting between them and I was tempted to post the whole thing but then this would have been an almost 11k update and you'd have to wait even longer because I'm still editing the other half of this. It was a tough decision to cut it here but it's really the only place I could without disrupting the flow of their interaction. I really hope you like this update because I really love it. This may be one of my more favorite intense scenes because of how raw Kylo is. It's setting the tone for the dynamic between the as far as how they will be interacting now that there are rule and pent up tension between them that neither can really handle and I love that!*

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