Context: You've been chasing him since the war began. A tyrant with a face no one has ever seen. Every day under his rule comes with more atrocities and, as a war photographer, you are willing to do almost anything to bring him down. Even... dating him?

Setting: Rhett's mansion

Tags:[M4A][Enemies to Lovers?][Extreme Yandere Dictator Speaker][War Photographer Listener][VERY Yandere][Delusional][Flirting][Teasing][Dinner Date?][Unwilling]to[Begrudgingly Willing][VERY Spicy][Dominant][Desire/Lust][Making a Deal][Arranged Marriage?][CW: Mentions of War/War Crimes/Torture]

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[Scene opens within an exquisite mansion]

[SFX: Struggling and the Listener being marched inside]

[You are dragged through an exquisite mansion by two armed guards and tossed before the man you’ve been chasing for years now. The Monster with No Name. He looks down at you from what almost looks like a throne]

“Ahh, my little photographer… After all this time, I finally get to speak with you, face-to-face! What do you think, dear…? You’re finally seeing me with no mask. Was it worth the build-up?”

[Pause!]

[He laughs and gestures to his guards, who step back]

“Yes, yes, business first. Let us satisfy your quest first so you can relax. Go on. Get your little camera.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener pulling their camera from a bag]

[He gives you a chilling smile]

“Do be sure to capture my good side, won’t you?”

[...]

[SFX: Photos being taken]

[The man before you, a man responsible for thousands of casualties, tilts his head and lets you photograph him at your leisure]

“There you are… A face to put over the atrocity. A face you’ve been chasing for years. Is it everything you expected, my little photographer?”

[Pause?!]

[He chuckles into his glass of what you hope is wine]

“Your reporter friend? Oh, right right right, yes. I believe we’re having him tortured this afternoon?”

[Pause!!!]

“Ooh, I think that’s the twentieth time someone has shouted, ‘You’re a monster!’ at me today. Oh, but you do it with such conviction! You still have some fight to you! And that is something that I absolutely adore about you, my dear…”

[He stands and approaches you, more built than you expected]

[SFX: Approaching footsteps]

“I know who you are, my dear. Being in my position comes with many perks, and one such perk is information. So, when a beautiful creature crashes a poker game just to try and bring me to justice… I take notice.”

[...]

“Hmhm… That WAS three years ago! You’re so right, my dear. Three years on the dot, actually.”

[He tilts your head up to look at him and smiles a sickeningly sweet smile]

“Happy Anniversary, baby~. Don’t worry about forgetting, I know we’re still in the honeymoon phase.”

[...?]

“Oh, I think we are a couple. I really do. We’ve been chasing each other for years, we send each other little gifts…”

[Pause!]

[He smiles coyly]

“Are assassinations not considered gifts any longer? Hmm. Perhaps I’m a bit out of touch… Regardless, I believe my point still stands, and if it doesn’t, then I’d like to propose something. Guards, leave us if you’d please. I’d like some time alone with my darling.”

[The guards exchange looks but obediently shuffle out, leaving you with him]

[SFX: The guards heading out and a heavy door shutting and locking]

“Now… Can you stand?”

[...]

“Good. Here, my hand… There we are. Mind all the rings.”

[...]

[He helps you up and then examines said rings]

“They really are garish, aren’t they? I never know what to do with all the damned baubles people throw at me as they plead for their lives. Decided I’d see how many I could fit on one hand. Twelve is the answer. That gold one on my middle finger is a bit on the stocky side.”

[Pause!]

“Hm? What do I want with you? Well, first, any food allergies? Preference on proteins? Have you had samosas, recently?”

[...????]

“I am having dinner prepared for us, my sweet. After all, it’s the first time you’ve been home in, ooh… six months? Or are we going to ignore the time you scurried about in my vents, trying to find all that icky, nasty intelligence in that boorish little briefcase?”

[He leans closer, eyes just a little crazy. Just a little]

[...]

“Just leaning a bit closer, my dear… Why are you shaking?”

[...]

“Ohhh, no. No, no, no, I’d never hurt you. How could I? You’ve become like a stray cat that scampers by every so often. You hiss and spit and claw and bite but I still can’t help but be fond of you. I can’t help wanting to pick you up and snuggle you and feed you until I’m your favorite human. Your only human.”

[...]

[He smiles as you try and rage at him, idly flicking some of the hair from your face]

“Mmhm… hmm. I am the worst, I know. Bit of hair in your face, love. Bloop! Haha, got it. Now, what were you saying? Something about me being the Devil incarnate?”

[Pause!!!]

[You give it your all, trying to break through to this tyrant, this monster, but his eyes are fogged over, and a dopey smile lingers on his lips]

[SFX: Them moving through the mansion]

“Mmhm. Here, have a seat at the table. Don’t mind the dogs, I promise, they’re good boys.”

[Five pitties crowd you, sniffing, but not growling. You get a few pets in before they lope off]

[SFX: Curious pretty pitties]

[...]

“Hmm, I knew you’d be an animal lover. You’re so precious and good… Is that why you’re fascinated by me?”

[Pause!]

“Ohhh, of course. You want to make the world more aware of me so I’ll be brought to justice for my crimes! So smart, sweet thing. So smart…”

[...]

[He smiles, resting his chin in his palm and admiring you]

“You don’t appreciate me staring at you? Oh, but I can’t help it, sweetheart. All I’ve had for several years now is pictures of you. They just don’t compare to the real thing.”

[...?]

[SFX: Wine glasses being set down and drinks being poured]

[He hardly acknowledges the servant who hurriedly pours you both wine and rushes off]

“How did I get pictures of you? Oh, you can do a lot of things when you’re as rich as I am. And have a private investigator with the skills of Sherlock Holmes and the persistence of a bloodhound. He found out all about you… Took him a few months. Very impressive. He’s usually done in three days, but you gave him a Hell of a fight, my sweet!”

[Pause!]

[He sips his wine, so pleased with himself]

“Really? You’re going to lecture me for invading your promise? As a war photographer?”

[Pause!]

[SFX: A wine glass shattering]

[He looks at you as you stand and hurl your wine glass to the ground and scream at him. Go off on him. Scream]

[Long Pause]

[Once you’re finally done, panting, he takes another sip of wine]

“Mmh… That was quite the explosive rant… And you’ve seen such horrifying things that you assume fall solely at my feet. Now, tell me… what do you want me to do about it?”

[Pause!]

[He snorts]

“Stop. Hmm… and then you would have a rogue militia out there breeding child soldiers and burning homes to the ground to stir up fear. They’d rally, I’d fall, be dragged out as an example, and then whoever led the militia will be seen as a hero for six months… and then they’d become an even worse tyrant because all of that love and attention would begin to slip, paranoia would set in, dissenters would rise and, well… the merry-go-round continues its dance.”

[...]

“Pisses you off that I’m right… Doesn’t it? You’re not stupid, my little Sleuth. You know what a power vacuum looks like, and you know for however horrendous my crimes are, the next in line will be even worse… We tyrants always have big boots to fill, you see. We can’t be ‘less bad’ than our predecessors, because it defeats the entire purpose of rising up. You need to be the bogeyman, the final fucking exit, the last stop before Hell!... Such is life, I suppose…”

[...]

“Sit down, my dear… Let us negotiate.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener sitting back down]

“There we are. Now… you have something I desperately want. More than anything, more than my next meal or walk with my pretty pitties, and I think you know what I mean.”

[Pause]

“Yes. You. Hmhm… It must be exciting to have some power over one of the most dangerous men on the planet, hmm?”

[...]

[He laughs quietly to himself]

“Hmhm… Oh, of course, you find me repulsive. Of course. Yet you write about me so provocatively! We’re both obsessed, let us not pretend. My obsession is just more… lustful. Romantic. Desperate, wanton, raging need.”

[...]

[He smiles as you recoil slightly]

“It’s Rhett.”

[????]

“My name. You only know me under my various nicknames… and you’ve been trying to find out my real name for years, yes? Consider this me showing vulnerability, in good faith.”

[...]

“See? If you agree to be with me with minimal resistance, you may very well get all you need to bring me down, one day. Isn’t that your greatest desire, my love? To see me absolutely destroyed and brought to justice? What more could you want?”

[.......]

[He perks an eyebrow, still hardly noticing as dinner is brought to you both]

[SFX: Dinner being rushed out and the server running for dear life]

“...You want me to release your friend without harm, hmm?”

[Pause]

[His smile fades somewhat, cold as a snake’s]

“...You’re making me jealous, darling… Do I need to be concerned about him having your heart?”

[Pause!]

[Easy as that, Rhett returns to being dopey and chipper]

“Oh, he’s already married. Wonderful. Thank you for settling my fears, darling, you’re so considerate. Such a great communicator.”

[Pause]

“Mmh, this lobster is excellent. You really should try-”.

[Pause!]

[He sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically]

“Fiiine. I’ll have him released, untortured and unharmed, after supper. Is he afraid of pitbulls?”

[...]

“TREMENDOUSLY, you say! Well, then I’m sure the pitty pit crew would love to-”.

[Pause!]

“Fiiiine. You’re worth not spooking someone to the point of pissing their pants. Would you pass the butter, please?”

[...]

[SFX: The butter being passed]

“Thank you, lovely~. So nice to have you home for supper after so long.”

[...]

[SFX: Silverware clinking and such]

[...You don’t know how you’re going to get out of this but… you hope it doesn’t involve a pissed-off pitty pit crew]

[To be continued?]

Note: In terms of crazy, this guy is like 1.5 Donnies.

Second Note: This script is dumb as I am, lol <3