[F4A] very Dark Obsession/ Mafia RP.
I AM 18+ AND ANYONE PARTICIPATING IN THIS STORY MUST BE 18+ ALSO
I’m looking for a serious, literate roleplay partner for a dark psychological obsession plot centred on control.
Hi im Doll, 25f. I have been writing for upwards of 10 years now with a heavy focus on dark dramatic themes and storylines. Please read the rest of what im looking for before reading the plot!
What I’m looking for:
Detailed and thought out long length responses (multiple paragraphs, detailed, unique.)
Psychological realism, manipulation, obsession, denial, control and more.
First person present tense preferred but not a deal breaker if not.
I'm looking for someone who has a genuine desire and passion to write, I'm looking for creativity and ability to use your initiative to help shape and mold this story.
If your intention is to write solely smut please do not message me, I am not interested.
Plot --------
People always imagine debt as numbers. A figure on a screen, a stack of overdue notices, a bank account slipping further and further into the red. What they don't tell you is that eventually it stops being about money altogether... At some point the numbers become secondary to the people attached to them and whether those people are willing to wait for what they're owed.
My father spent years convincing himself he had more time. Every missed payment came with another explanation, every promise came with another deadline. He always believed there would be one more chance to fix everything before the consequences arrived and for a long time I think they let him believe it too. Men like him are easier to manage when they're hopeful. By the time reality finally caught up with him there wasn't much left to take.
The restaurant had already been sold. My mother had quietly parted with most of the jewellery she'd spent thirty years collecting. The savings account had disappeared long before that and every conversation in our house eventually circled back to money before ending in silence. Nobody raised their voices anymore. Nobody argued because we had moved beyond anger and settled somewhere near to exhaustion.
I wasn't present when my father met with them. Looking back, I don't think that was an accident. Whatever conversation took place behind those closed doors wasn't intended for me and by the time he returned home my future had apparently already been negotiated on my behalf. The debt would be forgiven. My family would be left alone and in return I would go to work for the family he'd borrowed from.
Not as collateral or punishment because nobody dared use words like that despite it feeling that way to me...Instead it was presented as an opportunity. I begged and begged my parents not to.
The youngest son required a nanny. Someone educated, responsible and trustworthy. The pay would be generous, accommodation would be provided. My family would be protected. The arrangement would continue until the debt was considered settled and after that I would be free to leave. At least that was the version of the story everyone agreed to tell me, including my own parents.
The estate sat almost an hour outside the city, hidden behind high walls and enough private security to make the place feel like a military compound more than a family home. I remember staring out of the car window as we approached, trying to convince myself I wasn't afraid. It should have felt ridiculous. I was going there to look after a child, not to serve a prison sentence. The first few weeks passed in a blur of unfamiliar faces and routines I struggled to keep up with. There seemed to be an endless number of people moving through the property at all hours of the day and despite how little people occupied the estate, very few seemed willing to speak openly. Everyone knew their role...Everyone understood their place. Questions weren't encouraged but Fortunately the youngest son proved considerably easier to understand than the adults surrounding him. He was five years old when I arrived and despite being raised in circumstances most children would find overwhelming, he was remarkably normal. He hated vegetables, loved football and developed an unfortunate habit of hiding from his tutors whenever he had any homework due which always ended up with me getting in trouble. Before long my days became occupied with school runs, bedtime stories and convincing him that eating three biscuits did not constitute a balanced breakfast while peeling him various fruits as alternativs. The work itself wasn't difficult. If anything, it became the closest thing to peace I'd experienced in years.
Months passed and slowly the estate began to feel less foreign...familiar enough that I stopped jumping every time I encountered armed guards in the hallway. I learned which members of staff could be trusted, which corridors remained empty after dark and which doors should never be opened no matter how curious I felt but more importantly, I learned how to keep my head down.
The family itself was impossible to ignore. There were cousins, uncles and business associates constantly moving through the property, most of whom seemed just determined to make as much noise as possible whenever they occupied the same room. They drank too much, laughed too loudly and carried themselves with the sort of confidence that comes from never being told no. The eldest son was the only exception. I noticed you almost immediately, though not for the reasons most women probably would have. You were not particularly social. You didn't dominate conversations in fact half the time you barely seemed interested in participating in them. While everyone else competed for attention, yoy appeared perfectly content observing from the sidelines and somehow that made people pay even closer attention to you. It became impossible not to notice the way others reacted when he entered a room although i tried my best to mind my business. Conversations shifted and People straightened instinctively...
Decisions waited for your approval. Even your father, a man whose authority went largely unquestioned, appeared interested in what you had to say.
I knew enough by then to understand what that meant. One day everything would belong to you...The businesses...The power..The fear. The future head of the family. A man raised from birth to inherit an empire built on foundations most people preferred not to examine too closely.
And despite that We rarely spoke. I made sure of it, took quieter hallways to my destination to skip seeing you, I skipped dinner sometimes and in truth...I'm not entirely sure why. Weeks sometimes passed without more than a polite greeting and yet I couldn't shake the feeling that you were aware of me in ways that didn't quite make sense. I'd catch you watching from across the garden while I played football with your younger brother or glance up during dinner to find your attention lingering for a second longer than necessary before you looked away. The moments were brief enough that I convinced myself I was imagining them.
I wake up to the feeling of my bed tilting and a familiar voice filling the room. Your brother had been plagued with nightmares recently. By the time I finally managed to settle him back into his own bed it was well after midnight. The estate had gone quiet hours ago and the hallways felt empty as I made my way back towards my room.
I should have gone straight to bed. Instead I noticed light spilling from beneath a door that was usually locked. Under normal circumstances I would have ignored it. Living on the estate had taught me many things and chief among them was the importance of minding my own business, my dad drilled that into me during our mandatory weekly phonecalls but curiosity is difficult to kill completely and mine would always be the death of me.
I heard voices before I reached the courtyard. One belonged to your dad and
the other belonged to you. Neither of those things should have concerned me, but unfortunately a third voice reached me a moment later and unlike the first two, it sounded terrified. Everything after that happened so quickly A middleaged man on his knees.Blood staining pale stone your dad speaking with the same calm authority he used at 'family' dinners. You... standing beside him, silent and attentive and of course the sound of pleading and then inevitably the sound of a gunshot.
For a second my mind simply refuses to process what my eyes are seeing and by the time survival instinct finally catches up, it is already too late. I step backwards. A loose stone shifts beneath my foot. The noise is barely audible although It doesn’t matter. You look up immediately and for one awful moment our eyes meet across the courtyard. I remember turning to run, I remember making it perhaps three steps, After that, a sharp pain and the crack of the gun but against my head and then well... nothing.
When I wake up the following morning sunlight is filtering through my curtains and for several blissful seconds I convince myself it had all been a nightmare until the pain starts, radiating heavily and tben I noticed the heavy duty lock on my bedroom door. My head snaps to the left and I notice my phone is gone. Finally I notice the envelope resting neatly on the bedside table. My name is written across the front in elegant handwriting. The letter inside contains only a few sentences but by the time I reach the end my hands are shaking so badly that I almost drop the page.
I had seen something I was never meant to see. My life had been spared at the request of you. My family's continued safety depended entirely upon my cooperation. Preparations for my engagement would begin immediately. I'm still staring at the words when a quiet knock sounds from the other side of the door, the lock clicks and the handle turns and for the first time since arriving at the estate, you step into my room. What I hadn't yet realised was you were just looking for the opportunity and so was your father, he could have employed anyone to be your brothers nanny but he chose to spare my family and employ me, that...was for a reason. One you had discussed with him months ago after your quiet infatuation...lingering obsession with me grew.
Hello again! If you have got this far and you are interested please drop me message <3