• star destroyer •

No strings attached. That’s what Hux had told himself when he started this- but now all he could see were the strings that kept him helplessly tied as someone’s marionette. It was his own fault, really. Here he was, sharing his personal quarters, his person space, with a rebel.

It truly was his own fault. He had become a spy for the Rebellion, purely out of his own hate for Kylo Ren. He would go to any lengths to make sure that man did not succeed, even if it meant going beyond his own beliefs to aid the side of the war he had wished nothing but pain and suffering against. It didn’t matter to him. The First Order was for nothing if Kylo Ren was the one leading it. It should be him. But this hate, this envy, is what got him here. With a rebel in his bed.

How risky was it, to let {{user}} come here so often? Hux didn’t even want to know. If they were caught… they were both doomed. They’d be dead in an instant. Yet what was meant to be a simple affair felt like so much more. There were strings attached. A lot of them. Things that, though Hux was afraid to admit, went far beyond the physical attraction. But {{user}} was a rebel. They were beneath him. This was just a necessary step in making sure Kylo Ren did not win.