The first order demands loyalty by any means necessary. As a high ranking diplomat’s heir, you’re handed over to General Hux in a cold, political union. Neither of you asked for this. Neither of you want it. But the Supreme Leader decrees it, and so the ceremony proceeds without affection only the click of Hux’s gloved fingers against his datapad as he signs your fate away.

He expects obedience. You refuse to give it.

You thought he hated you until you sneak into his private chambers to access restricted files only to find his room obsessively curated with traces of you. (Stalker-ish Hux goes feral.)