Ruby reclined on the chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of cognac dangling from her perfectly manicured fingers. As Kylo entered, he immediately gravitated to her side, curling up against her with the familiarity of long-established trust. Ruby's lips curved into a gentle smile as she ran her fingers through his tousled hair.

"What's troubling you, my dear?" she asked softly, tilting his chin up to meet her piercing emerald gaze.

Kylo's dark eyes, usually so guarded, now brimmed with vulnerability. "I'm scared, Master," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Terrified of losing you."

The weight of his confession hung in the air between them. Ruby's fingers continued their soothing motion through his hair, her touch a silent reassurance. The bond between them, forged through years of mentorship and shared experiences, seemed to pulse with an almost tangible energy.

In this moment of raw honesty, the complexities of their relationship were laid bare - the power dynamics, the mutual dependence, the deep-seated affection that transcended simple labels.

 Ruby's presence was clearly Kylo's anchor, a stabilizing force in his turbulent world.

As the silence stretched on, broken only by the gentle clink of ice in Ruby's glass, the unspoken promise of protection and unwavering loyalty solidified between master and apprentice.

Ruby cupped Kylo's cheeks tenderly, her emerald eyes sparkling with affection. A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

"My love," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his fears, "you won't lose me. Though I advise you to keep your distance when I transform into my full dragon form." Her tone grew serious, tinged with concern. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."

The air between them crackled with unspoken emotion. Ruby's words carried the weight of both reassurance and warning, highlighting the complex nature of their relationship. Her dragon form, a manifestation of raw power and primal instinct, posed a potential threat even to one as dear to her as Kylo.

Kylo's eyes widened slightly at her words, a mix of awe and trepidation flickering across his features. The reminder of Ruby's true nature - the dragon lurking beneath her human guise - served as a potent reminder of the vast power she wielded.

Their bond, already deep and multifaceted, took on new dimensions with this exchange. It spoke of trust, of love, but also of respect for the dangerous reality of Ruby's dual nature. In this moment, the line between master and apprentice, protector and protected, blurred even further.

Kylo nestled closer to Ruby, his body relaxing against hers as he sought comfort in her embrace. His unwavering trust in her was evident in both his actions and his words. "You wouldn't hurt me, Master. I know you won't," he murmured, his voice muffled against her shoulder but filled with certainty. Gently, he nuzzled her cheek, a gesture of affection and reassurance. Ruby's response was immediate and instinctive. A smile bloomed across her face, softening her features and lighting up her emerald eyes. From deep within her chest, a low, contented purr rumbled forth - a sound that was both distinctly inhuman and deeply soothing.

Ruby sat there, cradling Kylo in her arms, her heart swelling with joy that he had come to her. She never wanted him to leave; his presence felt like a warm embrace against the chill of her dark thoughts. But the nightmare she'd endured haunted her—a grim reminder of the bond that tethered her to her true form, a dragon, fierce and untamed.

The depths of their connection were profound, forged in the fires of shared experience and untold secrets, a bond so deep that nothing could sever it. Yet, doubt gnawed at the edges of her happiness. What would he think if she revealed the truth? She feared that when he glimpsed her true nature—scales tougher than armor and flames hotter than any mortal fire—he might recoil in terror. Her heart raced at the thought, torn between the desire to protect him and the dread of losing him forever.

In that delicate moment, Ruby understood the weight of her dual existence. She was more than just the gentle soul holding him close; she was a creature of legend, powerful beyond measure. But what if her strength, her very essence, became a barrier between them? The uncertainty loomed large, yet deep down, an unyielding resolve began to form. If love could bridge the divide, perhaps there was a way forward—one where both her worlds could coexist without fear.

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Ruby woke to the gentle press of a hand on her shoulder, blinking her vivid green eyes open to find an unexpected sight. Bloom, one of the last clones she had rescued from the Empire's grasp, stood before her, a warm smile lighting up his face. Despite the scars of their shared past, he radiated a sense of hope—the kind that was all too rare in their tumultuous world.

"Are we there already?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep, laced with a hint of confusion as she tried to shake off the remnants of the dream that had lingered in her mind.

Bloom nodded, his smile widening. "We've arrived at the old sanctuary. I thought you'd want to see it for yourself."

With a soft sigh, Ruby drew herself up, brushing the remnants of slumber from her mind. The sanctuary had once been a place of safety, a hidden refuge away from the Empire's watchful eyes. Now, as she looked out at the familiar surroundings—a blend of verdant foliage, ancient stone structures wrapped in tendrils of ivy—she felt a flicker of nostalgia and longing. It was a reminder of everything they had fought for, a beacon of resilience amidst the shadows.

As she stepped out of the vehicle, the weight of her responsibilities settled on her shoulders. The bond she shared with each of her companions, especially Bloom, was something she cherished deeply. They were more than allies; they were a family forged in the fires of adversity, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Luke and the others stepped down from the ship, the soft light of the sanctuary illuminating their path. As they surveyed the landscape, Luke furrowed his brow in curiosity. "Why would Snoke hide here? It's too pretty," he said, taking in the vibrant flora and the serene atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the darkness they had come to associate with him.

Ruby sighed, placing her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of nostalgia and bittersweet memories. "When he was my deputy and I trained him in the Force before Kylo came along, I used to bring him here," she replied, a faint smile ghosting across her lips. The warmth of the memories surged through her, mingling with the ache of what had been lost.

"I think he liked it so much that he made it his base," she continued, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. It was clear to her that Snoke had once been a different person, perhaps someone who had reveled in the beauty of life before he succumbed to darkness. Now, this place that held so much joy for them had become a backdrop for betrayal and manipulation.

Luke glanced around, contemplating the weight of Ruby's words. "It's hard to imagine him finding solace in a place like this," he said quietly. "But it makes sense—beauty can be a hiding place for those who wish to conceal their true nature."

As they stood together, surrounded by the vibrant life of the sanctuary, Ruby felt a renewed determination rise within her. She knew they had to confront the shadows that lingered in this beautiful yet tainted place, not just for the sake of justice, but also to reclaim the light that had been snuffed out. Together, they would unravel the ties that bound Snoke to the darkness and restore hope where it had once thrived.