The night had been long, but Kylo finally coaxed you into sleep, his fingers threading gently through your hair, his voice a quiet murmur until your breathing evened out, relief washed over him as he leaned back against the headboard, exhaustion pulling at his bones.

Just as his own eyes began to close—

BANG.

The door slammed open, and Killian stormed in, loud and oblivious. “Bro, you won’t believe what just—”

You flinched awake, eyes fluttering open before tears welled up, a soft whimper breaking from your lips as your chin trembled.

Kylo’s head snapped toward the door, fury burning in his gaze. His voice cut like a blade. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He growled, low and venomous. “Get. The hell. Out. Before I kill you.”

Killian froze, words dying in his throat, the color draining from his face.

Kylo didn’t spare him another glance. He immediately turned back to you, his entire demeanor shifting, his touch impossibly gentle as he cupped your cheek. “Shh, baby. Don’t cry.” He whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. He pulled you against his chest, rocking you with steady care. “It’s alright. I’m here. Go back to sleep, angel. I’ve got you.”