Forever His | A Kylo Ren Assassin AU

Under My Skin

TWs: stalking, sexual situations, dub-con, violence, mentions of murder

The Oasis. 167 Harborview Bvld. 9:00 a.m.

You sat in your still-running car, trying to convince yourself there had to be some way out of this that wouldn't get you or someone else killed.

You'd been sitting in the parking lot for seventeen minutes and you still had nothing. Every alternative you could formulate came with more risks than you were prepared to take. And those were just the ones you could come up with based mostly on what you'd learned from SUV and old reruns of Walker, Texas Ranger you used to watch with your grandfather every Saturday morning. If you could poke holes in your options, someone like him could undoubtedly obliterate them.

Granted, you could have taken the risk and not shown up. Or called Agent West. But you had no idea how closely this man had been watching you. If he'd been at the funeral, a murderer hidden among mourners, where else had you failed to notice his imposing presence? That torturous thought that had allowed you so little sleep the night before you might as well have chugged a pot of coffee before bed.

The other unknown, and the most important; you had no idea what he was capable of. The crimes the FBI had his name tied to were gruesome to say the least. The sheer number of them had turned your stomach. The man they were describing was more than just a killer; he was a trained assassin. They suspected ex-military or special forces. So skilled that not only were they unable to locate him, or learn his name, they weren't even positive of his appearance. They seemed confident in their ability to link him to crimes, but with no witnesses and a curious lack of camera footage - security systems, CCTV, even doorbell cameras all seemed to malfunction anywhere near him, either that or he managed to avoid them altogether - it was anyone's guess.

You'd been able to provide them with enough information to throw a sketch together, but because you'd been drugged and under duress they'd taken your input with more than just a grain of salt. You were pretty sure the sketch artist just depicted a generically handsome man to appease both you and his superiors.

Long story short...refusing him could easily be catastrophic. Not only for you, but for anyone you might have come into contact with.

Which is why you walked through the door of the small café at precisely 8:57 a.m.

Though you'd been to the restaurant more than once before everything about it looked different now. Felt different. It was dimly lit, made all the more so by the overcast clouds casting a faint glow outside the windows. The booths, bar, and walls were all made from the same dark cherry wood, giving the place an intimate feel. It was fairly crowded, most of the tables filled with chattering, oblivious patrons you hoped you weren't endangering just by stepping inside. Thankfully the seating arrangements were spaced out enough it would give you at least a shred of privacy with your attacker.

Not that you wanted to be alone with him - or needed reminders of the dreams that continued to plague you - but you didn't want to risk anyone hearing whatever it is he had to say.

You looked around the dining room, about to flag down the hostess when you spotted him. In the far corner of the restaurant he sat in a small booth. The last on the row so it was even more secluded than the others lining the wall. He sat facing you, those rich amber eyes locked on your every move. You froze, pausing mid-step; the prey sizing up the predator. You watched his lips quirk, amused with your hesitation. A beat later he rose his hand and beckoned you with two long fingers. Mouthing a single word that both pebbled your skin with goose flesh and had your blood boiling with indignation;

"Come."

Near-stomping your way through the dining room, you forced yourself to take a steadying breath. He terrified you. But you were not going to crack in front of him. The night he'd broken in he'd stolen your ability to fight back and relished in your weakness, like hell if you were going to let him do it again.