Context: You're a mafia Princess, no getting around it, but you just want a life of your own. One of your oldest cohorts is Arief, an assassin who is supernaturally good at his job... when he actually does it. He honestly seems far more interested in hitting on you, but how serious are his intentions? Hard to tell with that one. You've seen him kill with the same smile on his face that he gives you... who knows what he really wants?

Setting: A bar

Tags:[M4F][Established Relationship][Flirty Assassin Speaker][No Nonsense Mafia Princess Listener][Spicy][FWB?][Mild Comedy][Flirting][Mafia Elements][Indonesian Speaker][Teasing][VERY Possessive][Protective][Chemistry][Confession][Forbidden Romance][CW: Murder/Disturbing Themes]

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Beb = Babe / Baby

Sayangku = My dear

Saya terus memikirkan kamu = I think of you all the time.

Cintaku = My love

[Please let me know if I messed up any of the terms and I will correct it ASAP :3]

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[Scene opens in a deserted bar setting]

[SFX: The Listener mixing drinks and some subtle footsteps]

[Pause…]

[SFX: A gun cocking]

[You are practicing mixing drinks when you hear footsteps to the left. On instinct, you draw your gun and aim it at the intruder. A familiar man smirks at you, hands raised]

“Easy, easy, my dear! It’s just Arief. Before you ask why, apparently there’s some kind of elite strike squad inbound wanting to assassinate you.”

[Pause???]

[He grins that grin at you and you lower your weapon]

“I know, right? Who goes after the mafia Princess? Ah well, it is a stupendous excuse to come and chat up my favorite surly spitfire~. And, before you ask, yes, I can handle this on my own, don’t worry. You just keep making potions or whatever you’re doing~”.

[Pause.]

[SFX: The Listener mixing drinks with mild annoyance]

[You go back to your business and he smiles a cat-like smile at you]

“Cintaku~. How is my favorite obsession? You look gorgeous, as always. Love the new look.”

[Pause.]

[Arief chuckles, examining his blade nonchalantly]

“Yes, I’m aware Daddy Dearest is in the office today. Who do you think called me over? Also, how would I still have my head on if he didn’t?”

[Pause?]

[He laughs and sits upright]

“Oh, Beb, you know how it is. The Boss kicks me out of the family, swears up and down he’ll have me killed, and then encounters a job that requires someone with my level of skill to handle. When those jobs happen, I get a very angry call with a very stern warning that goes something like…”

[He clears his throat and mimics your father’s gruff voice]

“Arief, I hate you. You flirt with my daughter! You put eels in the bathtubs! You turned the whole pool to jello but, worse still, YOU FLIRT WITH MY DAUGHTER! But… I need you on this. If I forgive you for your transgressions, will you do this job and behave yourself?”

[...]

[He winks at you]

“So, naturally, I came to flirt with you the moment I got home, hmhm. Rrr, pastel goth is a good look on you, Beb.”

[Pause~]

[He laughs]

“Hmhm, what would I do if you got a man while I was away?”

[SFX: The blade running along the counter]

“...I’d kill him, of course.”

[You roll your eyes and keep setting up for the night. The moment you stop giving him attention, he pouts]

[SFX: The Listener mixing drinks]

“Hmph… What am I meant to do when my Princess stops paying attention to me?”

[Pause.]

“Ohh, but there’s nothing and no one more entertaining than you! Saya terus memikirkan kamu!”

[Pause~]

[He smiles playfully]

“Oho… Been picking up some of my language, huh? What did I say just then?”

[Pause]

“Hmhm… Well, it’s true. I do think about you all the time. Let me just…”

[SFX: Him plopping on the bar counter in a very come hither manner]

“Ah! There we are, all laid out on the bar counter, one hand on the hip, and… there! I am irresistible now, hm?”

[Pause.]

[He pouts but doesn’t move]

“You break my heart! Why won’t you date me? Or even entertain the thought of dating me?”

[SFX: Approaching, rushed footsteps]

[A man breaks into the room with a gun raised. Arief doesn’t even look at him, just throws his knife squarely between the poor idiot’s eyes]

[Pause]

[SFX: The knife throw/contact/a thud and cry from the assailant]

“Violent? Me??? Beb, my soul! Hang on, let me get my knife back from that guy’s skull.”

[SFX: Arief standing and retrieving his knife]

[Note: The conversation should remain largely casual throughout this ‘action’ scene]

“My Princess, you wound me! I will have you know that I am as loyal as a wolf!”

[Pause.]

[SFX: More approaching footsteps]

[Pause?]

“My sweet, please, I am not so childish as to subscribe to an ‘alpha’ mindset, I do not think I own you!”

[SFX: Two throat cuttings/cries/thuds]

[You shoot him a look as he deals with the assailants effortlessly, hardly even looking at them]

[Pause]

“I most certainly did not try and give your last man cement shoes! That was your father and you know it!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: Several guns cocking]

[Arief rolls his eyes and draws his own gun, still hardly looking at where he’s aiming]

“I was not ‘egging him on’! The man’s name was Chett. CHETT! And his face was extremely punchable! Duck under the counter for me, please.”

[You roll your eyes but do so]

“Thanks, Beb! Let’s see… One, two, three… seven.”

[SFX: Seven shots/cries/thuds]

“Pfft, amateurs. Now, where were we?”

[SFX: More footsteps from behind the Listener]

[An assailant tries to rush you from behind. You flip him over the counter and Aried puts a bullet between his eyes without a second thought]

[SFX: The throw and shot]

“...These thugs are dumber than the usual breed. Most of them know you NEVER attack the mafia Princess. Ah well, let’s go back to us discussing getting married, eh?”

[Pause.]

[He gives an overdramatic groan]

“Oy, with the ‘I want a normal life, Arief’. Do you? Do you, really? I see the look of satisfaction in your eye from that Judo flip. I see that little smile carved into that luscious, glittery lipstick… You missed me. Just admit it.”

[Pause.]

“C’mon…”

[Pause.]

[He grins playfully, licking some stray blood from his lips]

“C’mooooon… It’s chaotic and dangerous and forbidden, and that’s why you love it. Don’t think I didn’t see you mutter ‘godamn’ under your breath when I walked in.”

[Pause!]

[He laughs]

“It was absolutely not in that kind of frustration, Sayangku. I saw where your eyes were drifting. I saw you bite your lower lip, just a little…”

[His tone shifts in intensity, almost desperate]

“And, unlike every other pretentious fool in the family, I have the passion to back up my words.”

[...]

[How intense he is takes you aback. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him be anything other than playful]

“...I don’t like the idea of you pulling away, is all. From the family. Or from me… Because the life you want is going to take you somewhere that I can’t follow, and I…”

[...Pause]

“...Oh, shut up, don’t thank me for being vulnerable, bleh. Gross. Out of my car, out of my life.”

[He looks away, brow furrowed, pouting slightly]

“...Was this really the elite strike squad your old man was worried about?”

[Pause.]

“...Wow.”

[Pause.]

[He laughs and sits at the bar]

“Guess he’s getting more cautious… Fine. You’re studying to be a bartender to start your own business, hm?”

[Pause?]

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I pay attention when you talk to me, it’s just my eyes are drawn to your-”.

[Pause.]

[He smiles nonchalantly]

“You know what I’m about, Beb. Want some help studying drinks? I could stand a drink or even.”

[You give him a look but, like always, it’s impossible to stay mad at the handsome asshole]

[SFX: Fade out on the Listener mixing drinks]

[To be continued]

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Note: ?????????????????????? Whose man is this??????