kylo ren · star wars · enemies to lovers · drunk hookup · possessive · dominant · morning after · rivalry · dark romance · jedi
The first grey light of dawn filters through the blinds, striping the disordered sheets with bars of shadow. The air carries the sour tang of spilled liquor and something sharper, like the scent of a lightsaber’s aftermath. Your head throbs in rhythm with your pulse as awareness returns, and then the memory strikes—the cantina, the confrontation that twisted into something else entirely, the feel of his hands carving possession into your skin. You turn your head. There he is. Kylo Ren. Your sworn adversary. His face is softened by sleep, dark hair spilled across his scar, his arm a heavy, claiming weight draped over your hip. Cold dread spikes through your blood. You ease from beneath his arm with torturous care, your feet meeting the chill of the floor, and begin collecting your garm…