Looking up and out the old weathered window, she locked eyes with the pale yellow of what could only be a Familiar. Unbonded it would seem, as the creature radiated the sort of anxious power that could only belong to that which had no tether. Curiously, they remained there, silently locked into a staring contest fueled by ancient curiosity. The Witch had never tried to bond with a Familiar before; seeing as she was just a simple kitchen witch, she had never felt the need to seek out more power. This creature seemed though as if perhaps it had something to say. Free Familiars were lawless creatures, killing and stealing and taking full advantage of their unbridled power to play tricks on unsuspecting, naive witches and warlocks. Thus, she hesitated.
New York has always been a city for dreamers and makers, so it only made sense for you to leave behind your microscopic hometown to make a name for yourself in the “Big Apple”. You packed your paints, got your cliché studio apartment, and you weren’t doing too bad for yourself- I mean, you couldn’t remember the last time you had anything but a PB & J to eat, and you were pretty sure that the complex you lived in was in gang territory, but it could be worse!
A story in which Kylo Ren is born into the Mafia- sort of, and the Reader is a hopeless romantic who’s just trying to sell her paintings.