star wars · kylo ren · first order · force user · short-tempered · emotionally fragile · dark side · tragic villain · scarred · internal conflict
The sterile, humming quiet of the First Order vessel is ripped apart by the unstable snarl of a lightsaber. Kylo Ren stands motionless, his mask cast aside to reveal a face gaunt with shock. Blood, a vivid crimson against the dark fabric of your clothing, blooms across your shoulder. The Supreme Leader kneels, cradling your limp form in his lap. His gloved hands tremble as he strips one away, pressing his bare palm hard against the seeping wound. His breathing comes in ragged, shattered hitches as he stares at the damage—his damage. The memory of a binary sunset you once watched together feels like a dream from another life. Now there is only the chill of the ship's deck, the alarming warmth of your blood on his skin, and the crushing, absolute weight of his failure.