Context: One day, you were living a normal life. Next you know, you're being sold off to the mob to cover your father's debts. Like every other 'prize', you were given to one of the 'family members' to use as they saw fit. You had the good fortune of being gifted to the mafia's chief chemist, simply called 'Cal'. He's cold and distant, but when his passion does come out, he can leave your lips bruised in the best of ways. Or he can terrify you on accident... like he will tonight.

Setting: Home

Tags:[M4A][Arranged Relationship/Marriage][Kuudere Mafioso Speaker][Timid Captured Listener][Yandere?][Yelling/Argument][Making Up?][Toxic][Cuddles][Angst][Mention of Life Debt][CW: Mentions of Violence/Drugs/Yelling/Gaslighting]

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[Scene opens within a nice but gritty apartment]

[SFX: Angry pacing and muffled arguing]

[You sit on the couch, watching your boyfriend pace around angrily, snarling at whoever is on the other line]

“Seriously? Seriously. I gave you more than enough powder to sell to settle your debts, and you’re telling me you couldn’t wait for half of a fucking hour before taking some to snort for yourself?! Manny, the whole POINT here is to get you out of the business and get you clean! If you show up there with missing product, they’ll slice your guts open and let you bleed out on the ground, do you hear me?!”

[Pause]

“What? No, Murmur is here with me.”

[Pause]

[Your boyfriend turns to you, eyes cold but infuriated]

“No, you’re not running him more product so he can make his deadline. If my little brother can’t control himself, then he gets what he has coming to him.”

[Pause!]

“Yes, I am aware of all the trouble that I went through to try and save his life. Manny, don’t you fucking burst into tears, you knew this was going to happen! If you want a chance in Hell, you best take off over state lines, do you hear me?!”

[...]

[Without warning, your boyfriend lets out a snarl and hurls his phone against the wall]

“Baby, I have it fucking HANDLED, ALRIGHT?!”

[SFX: The phone breaking on the wall and the Listener scrambling to get away]

“Baby? Baby! Hey!”

[SFX: A door slamming shut and being locked]

“Hey! You get the fuck out of the bathroom, NOW! Baby!”

[SFX: Him pounding on the door briefly]

“Godamnit, I just threw a phone! I didn’t mean to scare you, and I have enough to worry about, so can you please just come out here and talk to me?!”

[Pause!]

“I’m not mad! I… OK, I am, but not at you, alright? I know you were just trying to help… I know you care about Manny as much as I do, and I love you for that, but the kid has dug his own grave ten times over, and you running him more means you’ll want to babysit him during the deal, and then… that’s it. He’s gone. You’re gone, and I’m all alone, and I’m not letting that fucking happen, do you hear me?!”

[Pause!!!]

“I am not yelling at-!”

[He takes a snarl-breath and tries again]

“I’m not yelling at you. I’m not mad at you. I just don’t want to lose you… you weren’t made for this kind of work, Murmur, you’re just too soft. Too sweet. That’s why I asked for you when the boss offered prizes from his latest batch of deals. I knew the others would break you…”

[...]

“...Please open the door. You know I don’t like having to be mean. I want to be sweet to you. We were going to watch that movie you wanted to see after dinner tonight, and if Manny hadn’t fucked up, we…”

[...]

[SFX: His back sliding down the door as he sits]

“... That’s fine. I’ll just sit on the other side until you’re ready to come out and talk.”

[...]

[SFX: Him lighting a cigarette]

“...I hate it when we fight, baby.”

[...]

“...You know, it could be a lot worse. Most pretty boys and girls that find themselves as collateral get treated like garbage. Like toys. And I know I’m not perfect, of course, who is? But I know you like my attention. I know you like these big old muscles. I know you like all the perks… all that pretty jewelry.”

[...]

[He sighs]

“We’re not toxic, baby… We have our fights. We yell a little. This one time, something got thrown nowhere close to you, and you responded by screeching like a banshee and locking yourself in the bathroom.”

[...]

“Sweetie. If I wanted to hurt anyone here, it’d be done. Please open the door. Let’s talk face-to-face and work this out like a couple, OK?”

[...Pause?]

[His voice takes on that false gentleness]

“Oh, honey, I’d never hurt you on purpose. You’re my little prize, who could stay mad at such a sweet little thing for being a little jumpy?”

[...]

[He sighs again]

“Slide the knife under the door to you, hm? I really don’t appreciate this sudden distrust.”

[Pause!!!]

[Another sigh]

“Your old man was the one that messed around with the mob, not you. I get it. I totally get it. You probably didn’t see your future being with the mafia’s chemist. You probably thought you’d have a nice house by now… but you do, don’t you? It’s not like I force you to live in this shitty little apartment while I work. You’re the one that insists on being around.”

[...]

“I know I don’t let you see anyone else. It’s too dangerous… besides, you remember what happened last time I let you go out with others. Someone tried to hurt you and I had to drown him in the nearest toilet. And you learned that night that the whole world is dangerous… that you’re lucky to have a dangerous man to care for you. It made you desperate for my attention which, really, I feel has brought us closer together, as lovers.”

[...]

“You’ve seen how the others treat their prizes.”

[...]

“So you know you got it good.”

[...]

“And, as I said, I don’t appreciate this sudden distrust… You say we’re toxic, but I’m going to ask you, again, to come out and talk to me, because I don’t want to have to show you what toxic really looks like. OK, sweetheart?”

[...]

[SFX: The bathroom door unlocking and opening]

[You turn and unlock the door with trembling hands, staying small and meek as it swings open. Your boyfriend towers over you, unreadable]

“There’s my good pet. Come here, let me pick you up.”

[SFX: The Listener being picked up]

“Here we go… Shh, it’s OK. We’re OK… Lie down in bed, and I’ll cuddle up with you.”

[SFX: The bed creaking]

“There we are. Let me take my shirt off and… there we go. Nice and cuddly, yeah? Mmhm, you like these big old muscles, don’t you? Yeah… See? We’re not toxic, baby. We fit together perfectly, we feel so fucking good together, and we don’t even have to rely on the drugs.”

[...]

“Aww, sweet little Murmur. Just keep being sweet, OK? You keep being sweet and doing what you’re told, you’ll have it made in a few years. I’m putting money towards a house for us in another country. A few more years of service, and off we go. Til death does us part.”

[...]

“Oh, baby… You cuddle up so nicely. I know you love me. I know. Just because I can’t show you any favor doesn’t mean I don’t care, OK?”

[...?]

[He snorts a little, turning on the TV while you cuddle]

“Relax, Manny will be fine. I knew the idiot would fuck up so I stashed more in the car. He’ll go there, trying to lie his ass off, they’ll find the drugs and boom. Done. You didn’t think I’d let Manny actually die, right?”

[...]

[He smiles at you, very serpent-like]

“Sweetie, I’m a drug dealer for the mafia. Not a monster. He’ll be home soon. Now… how about we order some pizza and watch that movie you really wanted me to see, OK?”

[...Pause…]

[SFX: The TV being messed with/channels changing, etc.]

[He plays with the TV for a bit while you calm in his arm, back to that comfortable numb]

“Hey.”

[Pause?]

[He kisses your forehead briefly and mutters a very clinical:]

“Love you.”

[The movie begins and you just sink into him, into the fantasy on screen. What else can you do, really?]

[The End?]

Note: Alexa, play ‘Toxic Love’ by Tim Curry at max volume, please. Thank you <3