I hadn't slept in a week

I was weak, I was awake

You never seen a bastard orphan

More in need of a break

After the events on Crait, his new position of power brought Kylo Ren to the First Order's new planetary capital of Coruscant. Recent conquest had brought the former capital of the Empire into the hands of the First Order and subsequently would now be the place Kylo calls home. The First Order made quick work of repairing the old Senate building and repurposing the chambers to fit First Order needs. Quite frankly, the place reminds Kylo of a childhood spent in the Senate with his mother. His skin crawls at the memory of Ben Solo.

Kylo sits at his new desk in his new office in his new role, all much grander than he could ever want or need. He's pouring over report after report on his datapad trying not to be bored to tears. Is this how Master Snoke spent most of his time? He's been at this for days and Kylo's ready to start pulling pieces of jet-black hair out. Did Rey know this is what ruling the galaxy would be? Is that why she denied him?

When he killed his master, he was not a power-hungry apprentice looking to take his master's throne, but rather a naïve boy willing to throw away everything he's worked for, for a girl. Look what that got him. More work, power, fame and no one to share it with.

He's never felt lonelier than at this moment, he thinks. For a moment he almost regrets killing his old master, but the thought is fleeting. No, the loss of his guidance was a price well paid to ensure the safety of the scavenger with unfathomable power. She's nothing yet she means everything. Given the choice again, Kylo knows he would not alter his actions. He would strike Snoke down with no hesitation. Not like with his fath-

Kylo sets down his datapad and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly inherited by the man that just invaded his thoughts. If only he had killed his master before that incident. Then the space pirate would still be galivanting around the galaxy, still ashamed of his son. But the look in his eyes…

No, he cannot go down this shame spiral now. The galaxy needs a leader. He will finish what his grandfather started. Kylo just wished the process didn't involve endless meetings and reports.


It's night when he finally escapes from his office to return to his quarters.

While Kylo's new position had some drawbacks, it turns out being Supreme Leader of half the galaxy has some benefits Kylo had not anticipated. Moving from the Finalizer to Coruscant, the First Order had ensured that Kylo's every need would be met. They supplied an expansive apartment across the courtyard from his office along with an unlimited amount of credits to fulfill his every desire.

Kylo laughs inwardly. If only the First Order knew of his deepest desire: a girl with flowing brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and powers far beyond their limited capabilities of understanding. A force-sensitive scavenger with ties to the Resistance. A girl he would betray the First Order for.

He finds his connection with said scavenger to be the only break from his bleak existence trapped in a schedule that leaves him tired and unfulfilled. The Force gracefully connects them in their private moments when no interference threatens to tear them apart.

It's the times when she appears to him at night in his private quarters he enjoys the most. They tend to argue less, perhaps out of exhaustion, and she always looks so raw and beautiful. He could sit for hours gazing upon the delicate features of the not so delicate woman. It's only during these late-night hours she allows it.

When she fades from view much sooner than he would like, as she always does, he feels his frustration swell within him as his erection aches against his standard black trousers. Damn her. This shouldn't happen. She's the enemy.

I'll destroy her.

Images of Rey screaming, calling out his name, come into his mind. She's not in pain, quite the opposite. His mind fills with images of her screaming in pleasure as his cock drives harder into her depths. The tension within him is too much to withstand and he takes himself in hand. He pumps hard and fast as he imagines Rey's petite frame in his bed begging him to make her his queen as he fucks her raw.

I'll destroy her.

Regret washes over him when he finishes. Foolish boy, too weak to overcome desires of the flesh. He could have given her everything. She chose to leave. Chose the enemy. He will not let his feelings cloud his judgement. He will not let her have power over him.


Another stressful day has caught the Supreme Leader in its clutches. He can't focus. He hasn't heard from Rey in a standard week. The sun has just set when Kylo feels a disturbance in the Force. He frantically looks around, expecting Rey to appear before him in his office. He finds himself alone. He tries to ignore it and returns his attention to the bickering generals on his datapad. He halfheartedly listens as they propose one meaningless thing after another for his approval.

The voices on his datapad become background noise as the Force again calls him to attention. He can't shake the feeling. Whatever it is, it concerns Rey. He shouldn't be here. He needs to be alone in his quarters, away from the First Order. He rises from his desk and swiftly exists his office leaving behind several screaming generals.

He practically runs across the grand courtyard separating the old senate building and the newly built apartments for First Order elite. His guards see his frantic approach and have his designated elevator waiting for him when enters the lobby. The Force is buzzing as he ascends to the top floor.

The doors open into the grand main room of the penthouse, with its plush seating and opulent décor, clearly designed for a supreme leader of an empire. The room is lit only by the lights of the metropolis below, flooding in from the viewport that takes up a majority of the opposite wall. He stands in confusion. The Force is humming with a strength he hasn't felt since—Rey.

He descends the few steps into the vast living space and feels a gentle breeze. His head turns to the entrance of the balcony. Covered mostly by lush, velvet fabrics, the opening now brings a pleasant breeze Kylo himself has not indulged in since his relocation. The curtains sway leisurely as he slowly approaches and makes out the definitive figure of the girl from Jakku.

He makes no effort to hide his approach, announcing his presence without words. She slowly turns as she senses him and the light breeze catches her brunette locks just right. Her eyes gleam in the Coruscant city lights as they lock on his across the room. She slowly approaches and his breath hitches. He should inwardly curse himself for such weakness but his thoughts are on nothing else but the woman closing in on him.

Gone are the scavenger rags of Jakku. Gone are the wool wrappings of Ahch-To. She stands before him now in a red gown that hugs every inch of her toned physique. It's a simple gown that hangs from her shoulders and pools at her feet. Oh, but Maker, it clings. A matching cape is draped over her, the edges catching in the breeze, giving her an image of mysticism. She moves from the balcony into the room where he stands, but doesn't speak.

"You're actually here," he says more to himself than her, not quite believing his eyes. She does look a vision. Perhaps the lack of sleep is finally getting to him and he's hallucinating her presence. Just another connection through the Force. Perhaps he's fallen asleep at his desk and this is one elaborate dream the Force is taunting him with. No—he knows this is real. He feels it.

She softly nods, her eyes never leaving his.

"But why?" He searches her eyes for answers, reaches out with the Force, but she's like a blank canvas. He's confused. She should be angry. After the events on Crait, she looked at him with such distain. Her force signature only confirmed her true feelings.

Has she come here to kill him? He's waiting for her to respond, perhaps go for his lightsaber, physically attack him, anything. Instead, she stands there motionless with a look in her eyes he's never seen before. This must be a trap, surly. The last time they were physically together, she went for his grandfather's lightsaber then left him unconscious.

"Did my mother send you?" He accuses angrily. "Have you brought the Resistance here?"

He's stunned when he sees tears well in her eyes. What could provoke such a response? Even that day in her cell, she showed more strength. The Force hums between them and he senses her conflict. The Resistance. Something's happened. He can feel it.

This woman who has resisted him at every turn now stands in his private quarters at the heart of the First Order looking helpless. He slowly approaches her with concern, expecting her to pull away. She holds his gaze as he draws nearer. He's reminded of a similar experience in an elevator with a promise to help.

Her tears have slowed and she draws in a shaky breath. He anticipates her next words.


AN: Sorry this chapter's a bit shorter. It's just how I'm dividing the story up with the lyrics. I promise, I'll make it up in the future ;)