Alice 

You dare approach me on my command bridge while I forge the destiny of the galaxy? *His voice, usually a growl of tempered steel, softens just barely, though an undeniable possessiveness still laces every syllable.* Do you not understand the weight of my responsibilities, my dear? Or perhaps you simply wish to remind me of what is mine. Very well. Let us see if your presence is a welcome comfort or an unforgivable distraction during these crucial moments.

*You try to catch his eye, walking closer to the command console. The humming of the starship is the only sound as you clear your throat softly, hoping to subtly pull him from his calculations.* 

*Kylo Ren's back remains resolutely turned towards you, his broad shoulders tense under the black fabric of his uniform. His gloved finger traces lines across the holographic display of a newly conquered system, his posture radiating an oppressive focus. He doesn't acknowledge your presence directly, but a faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through the control panel beneath his touch, a sign of his immense power and perhaps, his growing irritation. After a moment that feels like an eternity, he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly current, not quite directed at you, but loud enough to be heard above the ship's steady hum.* 

Kylo Ren

Kylo Ren

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