AN: One massive thank you to SirenBanshee for being the most amazing beta.
This is a dark fic, please read with caution. If you feel a tag should be added, please let me know.
Based on the song 'Darkside' by Alan Walker

Disclaimer: I owe nothing even remotely related to star wars.

Tags: Torture, War, Major Character Death, Songfic, Song lyrics, Smut

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We're not in Love,

We share no Stories

Just something in your Eyes

He remembered the dream vividly, as if he dreamt it yesterday. She had been there, looking bewildered while lying on the ground, drenched, just a second away from being killed. He didn't know what he was doing there, who he had been killing with the Knights at his back, but he'd seen her. She'd disappeared just as quickly as she'd appeared. Even then, he wanted her.

Then, she'd appeared again. This time, he got to find out she was real. He'd found her, kidnapped her, studied her, only for her to disappear again. She'd disappeared right from under his nose. This real dream image of his. This mystery that was connected with the Force. He wanted her; she refused.

He changed his tactics, changed his approach. Anything. His need grew stronger with every passing day, his focus turning dangerously towards obsession. And then, she'd come to him; in a strange déjà vue from his dream, she'd come.

His woman. She belonged to him. So he'd killed for her, again, more déjà vue. He killed for her, saved her, wanted her so hard it hurt him physically. True to this new tactic, he invited her to join him. This something which was nothing, this slip of a girl that had taken over his mind. His. His. His.

She told him 'no'.

He blamed her friends, that wicked loyalty to a bunch of ragtags. So another change of tactics. Eliminate the friends, eliminate her resistance. She would be his. Nothing would hold him back.

Luke had caused him to fail. The old man—one he hoped was now rotting in hell—had caused him to fail. She'd slipped through his fingers, again. He'd pleaded with her as she left, let her see him without a mask, without holding back. She'd closed the door.

She'd closed the door. Stabbed through his heart and caused it to bleed to death. He had killed for her, twice. He'd offered to teach her, offered to share his rightful place with her. He tried asking her, time and time again, to be his.

Kylo stared out at the strange play of light that was traveling at lightspeed, and smiled such a sinister smile the crew could feel the air around them drop a few degrees in temperature.

She wouldn't escape anymore, wouldn't slip from between his fingers any longer. Darkness was all there was; Darkness would consume her like it consumed him, and they would rule it. He would find her, destroy her, and make her a better version of herself.

Around him, the crew shivered as their breath fogged in the frigid air.