Princess Bosnak

[defnebosnak]

eyesxindisposed​:

open to: anyone willing to potentially get shot ig location: rousseau’s, end of night

he heard the rustling before he saw the mistake in his vignette. sidearm pulled from it’s nestled place in the holster on his hip, he moved noiselessly from his office into the front of the bar. there was a lot buried in those cabinets and registers, tills still uncounted from solace found in liquor. each one a key to the final checkmate on the game of chess he played so deftly with his own sanity. the goings on in nevada set his teeth on edge, right to the precipice of calm and about to tip into mania. cyrus pulled back the hammer on his gun, the noise louder now he pressed his back to the wall that cornered the bar.

he glanced across, eye catching the pointed corner of a painted mirror quivering on an axis. noisy, sloppy, unprofessional. the tension in his shoulders eased, but only slightly. whoever was still inside his bar was less of a threat and more an idiot. and whichever dumbass forgot to luck up, the enforcer would have their guts for garters. cyrus had an inkling, but wasn’t expecting the confirmation glimpsed over the front sight of his glock. “hand outta the drawer. now, before i make you look like jesus christ.” annoyance bit at the edges of his words.

“turn the fuck around.” the soldier seethed, black irises trained on the shoulders of the thief in the night. 

..

Defne, like many of her own greedy family members had been doing her part in ensuring that all of her checklist was ticked off. It wasn’t her normal course of action to go snooping so publicly, but she already had the worst possible outcome clocked. What better way to get the attention of Cyrus than to make him think she wanted anything to do with his mangey drawer in the first place? It bemused her to settle on the thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be shocked, disgusted or completely unamused when he realized who he was threatening the moment she turned around to look him in the eyes.

It wouldn’t be long until she found out, the white suit she was wearing being unbuttoned as she turned to face him, a smirk playing on her red stained lips as she slowly tilted her head. “Oh Cyrus..  tsk tsk.. I wouldn’t do that if I were you..” a slight movement of her jaw and she put her hands up momentarily, eyes quickly shuffling to the gun she had placed perfectly in front of her in case she would need to grab it and protect herself. 

“Put the gun down, babe. I’m sure we can talk this one out...” that was really all she wanted. To have a discussion without having to fill each other up with lead. But she would do what was needed.

[defnebosnak]

aydinxersan​:

Aydin scoffed at her words. Was it too difficult for him to understand? The both of them knew that it wasn’t but Defne insisted on being the most difficult person to interact with on a daily basis, despite all that he knew about her. Though, he was beginning to think he didn’t know her at all and had thought that for a while now. “I am not refusing.” He stated plainly, figuring it would be against his interest to refuse doing a job Defne in the moment. Aydin had been victim to her usage of the word fine time and time again, only just smartening up in realizing what she really meant. A sigh left his lips, thinning them as she told him, once again, that she wasn’t going to stop overworking herself. “My work ethic is lacking?” He raised a brow, figuring she was simply trying to get a rise out of him. “Forget it,” he shook his head, reaching for the envelope that she requested him to deliver. “just forget it.” 

..

Defne’s personality had always been the same for the most part, but she’d softened up for Aydin during their time together. For the longest time, she’d forgotten about all of the power she desired during their time together. She was human for once, and that was a side of her that nearly no one got to experience, only Aydin. It wasn’t that she despised the man, of course not, she procreated with him after all. But looking him in the eyes, knowing what she’d done to herself with the immense pressure and endless nights of working, what it caused. Part of her would always wonder if he fully blamed her for it, if he hated her for not taking better care of her body during the pregnancy. “Say what you had to say, Aydin.” she commanded, eyes quickly flickering from the envelope and her ex boyfriend’s facial features. Whatever it was must’ve had a great amount of substance and since the two of them were hashing it out, she figured it was for the best to release whatever pent up issues he had.

[defnebosnak]

aydinxersan​:

Heading into her office, he sat down, as he was instructed. The dynamic between the two of them had long changed and Aydin had tried time and time again to bring it back to how they used to be but he knew there was never going to be a moment in which he changed Defne’s mind. His eyes wandered over to the thick envelope on her desk, “Did you really ask me here to be your errand boy?” His brow raised, though he reached for the envelope anyway. “You need to stop working yourself so hard, Defne,” though he knew his comment fell upon deaf ears. She didn’t listen to him back then, he had no reason to believe that she would listen to her now. 

x

For the first time since Aydin’s presence in Defne’s office, she’d finally blinked her eyes up in his direction, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “I did, Aydin. Is it... too difficult for you to understand?” Knitted eyebrows followed her words as she leaned back into her seat comfortably, interlocking her fingers with her thumbs pressed together so she could get a good listen at what he was going to rebuttal with. “Of course, if you refuse to do so, that’s fine.” It was never genuinely ‘fine’ when she said it would be. The use of the word fine coming from Defne Bosnak’s mouth was more of a warning than anything else. “I believe... the last twelve? Thirteen? I’m not sure how many times, I’ve lost count. Regardless, I made it very clear that my work is important to me, Aydin. I don’t lose.” With that, she reached back out for her pen and started putting signatures on the sheet in front of her. “Maybe if you had a little more work ethic, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” there was nothing warm nor inviting about the smile on her face now. It was vile, filled with hatred and callous ideas brewing.

[defnebosnak]

aydinxersan​:

starter for @defnebosnak location: the bank

Being summoned by Defne was not exactly Aydin’s idea of a good time. At least, it hadn’t been in quite some time. Aydin stepped up to the door, wrapping his knuckles against her office door at the bank. He stood there, not entering until he got verbal confirmation from her. Working, always working. He never thought the woman was capable of knowing when to give herself a break. The loss had hurt them both and yet, their relationship had not been the same since. “What can I do for you, Defne?” He said once he found the woman pausing in a moment to even acknowledge his presence that she had requested. 

Defne’s obsession with her work ethnic could be dated back to as early as all of her formative years as a teenager. From feeling as though she had something to prove with her parents to having the natural will to simply be the best. Maybe it was a Bosnak thing but at the end of the day, she never paid Aydin any mind when he came to her with his concerns and she wasn’t about to adjust anytime soon, especially since they were broken up now. “Sit.” she ordered without giving him any form of eye contact, still focused on the papers in front of her and writing her notes as needed. “I need to to take that,” she motioned to the thick, white envelope resting at the furthest corner of her desk. It wasn’t sealed, for good reason. “Take it to the enclosed address and seal it after you see it.” Her attention wouldn’t leave the work before her and if not for her workaholic behavior, he would’ve known she truly had just been struggling with looking at him ever since the loss of their son.

[defnebosnak]

Name: Defne Bosnak

Faceclaim: Melisa Asli Pamuk

Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/her

Age: 31

Birthday: June 9, 1991

Height: 5′9″

Occupation: Manager of Asena Bank

Affiliation & role: Asenas & Clerkman

Birthplace: Las Vegas, NV

TW: violence, loss of a child, death

QUICK FACTS

Eldest Bosnak daughter and she won’t let anyone forget that

Power hungry, vile and void of emotion, but can be truly soft underneath it all

Lost her child with Aydin and has been angry with him ever since, she also ended things with him due to it

Her patience is thin and she will let it be known when she wants someone to shut up

Agile, determined and relentless best describe Defne as a whole

She went through a bit of a boy crazy stage in her younger years, now she simply uses men and tosses them aside

How she feels about the other families of the Asena’s isn’t verbally said but the way she interacts with them is telling

The essentials to her existence are beauty products and variations of tea.. she can get incredibly grumpy without them

She has two purebred poodles named  Ezgü and Ferdi which she has someone walk twice a day for her as well as having their meals prepared by a chef

BIO

A force to be reckon with since the day she popped out of the womb, Defne Osman had always been incredibly controlling. From a young age, she would tell everyone around her how she wanted to live life and that they would follow suit, even her own parents. Her earliest memory of causing havoc at her fifth birthday party because of the placement and color of the candles. She specifically asked for two purple purple candles, one yellow, a green and a gold for good luck. But no, someone got her five pink candles that were terrible placed. Instead of blowing the candles out, she smashed the cake viciously and looked up at her parents in utter disgust. From that moment on, her parents knew she would be a handful to take care of, but she was their princess and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Nor would she, if she were to be completely honest.

In middle school, she had a brush with fate, meeting one of her best friends. They were different in many ways, but she liked this about them. Whether it was the fact that she listened to all kinds of pop music and they were alternative, or that she felt somewhat of a weight lifted from her shoulders whenever the two of them interacted due to her not having to live up to a name with them, it was peaceful. Though, a distraction would soon come along in the form of boys. She was so boy crazy, from famous ones she never thought she could meet, to the ones who resided right down the street, she just wanted to be around them. Maybe it was Disney movies or the simple fact that she’d a likened herself to royalty, but she always thought that a princess deserved the perfect prince.

This boy craze followed her throughout high school, having fallen in love with one of the lower Asenas at the time. The two of them would spend time together in her room, just talking about the various ins and outs of life and what made her who she was. Why was she so evil? He didn’t see her that way, it came to her as an absolute shock. Why would anyone look at her, the stereotypical cheerleader with a knack for pulling men to the side only to sock them in the jaw for speaking to her wrong, was nice underneath it all? He won her over after that one conversation but she wasn’t going to let him get her that easily. It was a game of cat and mouse until they’d eventually fallen for one another. 

Push come to shove, they were set to be parents at some point but it was sadly ripped away when Defne suffered a miscarriage. A miscarriage that also tore their relationship apart because she misplaced her feelings of sadness as anger toward him. Every time he rightfully included himself in the conversation, she would stress that his body didn’t go through what hers did and she sadly ended the relationship abruptly. She decided in that moment to fully return her reign of terror over the Asenas. She’d been named after Defne Arslan and it only felt right that she, Defne Bosnak remind everyone exactly why she was.