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The room was very grey. The wall paneling was grey; the metal desk was grey. The hanging lights felt grey and cold. A rumble sounded as the air duct above the desk began to blow icy air. Papers rustled on the desk. Whoever put the desk here clearly didn’t care about its occupant. And there was nowhere else in this cold, small, grey room where it could have gone. You were a bit surprised a man as important as this wouldn’t have been given a bigger office, but knowing him, you weren’t surprised he’d irritated his way into this small, grey box.
Your eyes circled the room. It was sterile. Not a single superfluous decoration. Just light grey walls with various pops of other shades of grey except for the man behind the desk. Even though he was dressed head to toe in black, he still felt cold and grey and severe. You sat patiently, waiting for him to speak. You suppressed the urge to sigh and roll your eyes. This was another attempt at bravado by a man who was too power hungry to ever achieve it.
“You know why you have been chosen for this mission, correct?” The sallowness of his skin and the sharp lines of his cheek cutting through to his jawline made him appear more menacing than he was. Armitage Hux should by all means be a terrifying man, but without his rage and his blaster, he wasn’t worth the effort it would take to eliminate him.
“My superiors have informed me, yes.” You held eye contact with Hux, wondering if he ever considered his eyebrows. They were awfully red and not very visible. They reminded you of Snoke’s botched face before Kylo Ren struck him down and took control of the First Order. They both made you feel uneasy.
“Very good. Now, have you been made aware of the ..sensitive nature of this mission?” He paused, tenting his hands together, leaning forward on his elbows. The drab light from above shadowed his face and hollowed his cheeks. He looked ill and a man obsessed. You traced the line of his steepled fingers down the bend of his wrists and down his arm, following the trim lines of his body back up to his face.
“Which part? The treason or the threat to my life?” Your eyes remained stoic as you delivered a wide smile. You demurely cross your legs at your ankles and smoothed the floor length skirt. You wish you could say it wasn’t out of nervousness, but you didn’t like or trust the man as far as you could throw him, and you were pretty sure you could get some distance if you tried. You tucked your left hand into the pocket of your dress and squeezed the pair of tangled dice into your palm, pulling strength from the bite. You took a deep breath and scratched your nails across the symbols stamped on them.
Hux cleared his throat and tugged down the bottom of his waistcoat. “Well, we all have to do our part for the First Order. It would be a such a shame to die before reaching our full potential “
Your eyes dropped to the shiny metal legs of the desk, followed them down to the short grey carpet someone had thrown down over the cold, grey floor. Hux was still speaking, droning on in hypotheticals about all of the horrible possibilities that would hypothetically happen if you failed your mission. His voice held such a tart tone.
“...you’ll do your little dance thing and then go back to Krelik. You will remain there and deliver information back to me - and only me. “ His whining accent brought you back to the present. “Don’t look so bored, darling.” Hux leaned back in his chair and folded his legs over each other, stretching back, hands interlocked behind his head. He was a cocky and unpredictable bastard. The only thing you trusted about him was that he would fuck you over. Your eyes found a small white fuzz ball on the cuff of his pants; you watched him pluck it off and drop it to the floor as if it were pure filth. You twisted the hidden dice in your hand again.
“Armitage, dear“ you plastered the smile back onto your face, ever accommodating. You waited until you had his eyes to continue. Even the man’s eyes were a boring, pale, steely grey. “It sounds a lot like you’re asking me to prostitute myself at Summitfull for Peace in order to get invited back to Krelik to spy on them - oh, and then to use my pussy to suck state secrets out of whoever you think might be most likely to spill them.”
There was no sarcasm in your voice, but it dripped sickly sweet. You leaned forward in your chair, scooting to the edge of the seat, inching closer to Hux as he leaned in towards you. You fixed your eyes to his as you drew him into your mind space. His chest began to rise faster. Your faces were so close, you could feel the damp of his breath across your lips. Neither one of you moved. He should have expected this. You rolled your eyes internally.
“You know,” he rasped, rubbing the edge of his lips across yours. His breath smelled like stale, bitter coffee. “You could also use your mouth.” Repulsive. He chuckled at his own cleverness and drew away from you, slinking back into his seat. “Just stay away from Kylo Ren.”
This man was a festering wound.
“I have no desire to place myself near our Supreme Leader. I don’t think I can hide from him.” Your brow furrowed as you slumped into your chair, defeated.” You have to keep me safe, Hux. I’m no good to you dead. That’s the deal.”
A scraggly smile crept across his face. His eyes did not receive it.
“You’re in no place to make demands, darling.”
“Master,” you interrupted him. “You will address me with my title: Master.” His eyebrow ticked up.
“Whatever. Fine. Master,” he waved away your hard earned honorific as he continued. “Just stay away from him. I’ll worry about that. Kylo Ren will be his own downfall. If he’s left in command, the whole Order will fall. I will not allow that idiot, simpering child to ruin it.” You watched Hux’s face shift back and forth from incandescent rage to controlled dissociation. He was insane. He had to be clinically insane.
“Right. Okay then, Hux. Tonight we dance.” You nodded curtly, stood and turned, facing another cold grey wall, you walked through the dull, grey door into the hazily lit hallway of the the Fervor and hoped to avoid its Commander. Crushing the dice in your hand, you were reluctant to admit you weren't feeling very lucky.