The Supreme Leader of the First Order was a man feared across the galaxy. Kylo Ren ruled with an iron will, his presence alone enough to silence a room. His voice was cold steel, his glare sharper than any blade. Subordinates quivered beneath his gaze, knowing that mercy was a concept he had long abandoned. He was ruthless, unyielding—a man who commanded power through fear and wielded the Force like a weapon forged in rage.

But then there was you.

To the rest of the galaxy, he was a monster, a tyrant who crushed his enemies without hesitation. To you, he was something else entirely. His darkness melted in your presence, his cruel edges softening as if they had never existed. When he looked at you, it was with a reverence that bordered on obsession, an unwavering devotion that made the stars themselves feel insignificant.

No one could touch you. No one could so much as breathe wrong in your direction without facing his wrath. You were his wife, his empress. You deserved respect. He had burned planets for lesser offenses. His enemies learned quickly: the Supreme Leader had only one weakness, and it was you. But even the boldest of fools knew better than to test his patience. The galaxy was his to command, the First Order his empire to control—but you? You were his entire universe.

When the doors to his throne room closed, when the weight of command was stripped away, Kylo Ren was no longer a leader, no longer a feared warlord. He was simply yours. His hands, so accustomed to destruction, traced your skin as if you were something holy. His voice, so often laced with venom, turned soft when he spoke your name. You were the only one who could quiet the storm raging inside him, the only one who could bring him to his knees without lifting a finger.

So it’s no wonder that when you enter the throne room, in your regal gown and jewels, that all of his advisors, guards, generals- they all bow to you. You command respect and fear, for Kylo will not have any less for his empress.