Continued from here.
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It’s more than Hux can stand, and he turns quickly, slipping out of Ren’s grasp. “How DARE you put your hands on me. I am your EMPEROR. The only one compromising me is YOU, with your constant games and ceaseless ego. If you put a hand on me again I’ll see to it that you follow your *family* tradition by REMOVING IT.” Hux is white with rage, the edge of his robes clasped tightly in his hands and pressed to his chest. “Remove yourself from my presence. You’re lucky I don’t demote you.”
Kylo isn’t touching him anymore, but as the emperor distances himself, the feeling of his gloved hand on the back of Hux’s neck shifts warmly around his throat. There, it tightens, Kylo’s hand raised in the air, his face as cold as a statue.
The air seems to tighten between them, heavier, the room feeling just a little bit smaller. A sense of dread, of impending danger. Danger, Kylo knows, lies comfortably in his hands.
Kylo’s fingers turn almost imperceptibly, but the act closes Hux’s airway entirely.
