Viktor speaks:
"You are the canvas of my body, and I want to paint you with colors."
"Your touch drives me crazy, and I only want to be yours."
"Every breath you take suffocates me."
"I've lost to you, and tonight, I surrender myself into your hands."
"When you come near me, my whole world stops. There's only you and me."
"Your voice is so sweet, it makes me forget all my pain."
"My hands will dance over every corner of your body, and you will hum just for me."
"I'll fulfill your every wish, as long as you keep calling for me."
Alia (with slight embarrassment and surprise, looking into Viktor's eyes): "What are you saying, Viktor? Is this... real?"
Viktor slowly lowers his head to Alia's neck, his lips touching the side of her mouth as he whispers. His voice is a mix of deep passion and tenderness that sends a storm through the heart.
"Shhhhhhh... no words, Alia. Tonight is just for us—what I have to say will be told through my touch and the language of my eyes. Just listen to the call of my heart; I will show you the rest through your touch."
Alia's eyes widen. A storm rises within her. Viktor's warm breath on her neck makes her gasp softly.
The room is plunged into darkness, with only a faint moonlight from the window. Viktor and Alia lie together on the bed, their bodies slowly merging.
Viktor's hand glides gently down Alia's waist, melting away all her resistance. Alia closes her eyes, giving her entire being to Viktor.
They find each other—not just physically, but in a mix of emotion and pain. Viktor's lips are on Alia's neck, his hand lost in her hair.
The beat of two hearts becomes one, and waves of hidden desire break in the silence.
Scene: Viktor's Safehouse – Bedroom – Later That Night
Alia's eyes are wet. She cries out in a whisper from her throat, "Ah... no..."
That broken sound of crying is like a knife to Viktor's heart. Viktor suddenly holds Alia's hand gently. His lips touch the back of her hand, then move up a little higher.
His eyes hold a shadow of vulnerability and deep love. Viktor gives a soft kiss to Alia's forehead, holding her hair back with one hand.
Viktor (in a soft voice): "Alia... I'm here. I won't leave you."
Alia wipes her eyes and slowly looks at Viktor, her heart pounding. She doesn't want to let go of his hand, as if this touch is her only refuge.
A faint light falls on the bed—the moon's light enters and leaves the room as the window curtain sways.
Alia speaks in a slightly trembling voice:
Alia (with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance): "Go away, Viktor..."
Viktor doesn't stop. He slowly moves closer, with that same strange, familiar smile in his eyes.
Viktor (a flicker in his eyes, a half-smile on his lips): "Owww... You look so cute when you're angry. Like a thorn that wants to tear a flower."
Alia is taken aback for a moment. Her cheeks turn red, her chest rises and falls—she wants to move back but can't control her own body.
Alia (words stuck in her throat): "I... I can't..."
Viktor stops. He is completely silent. His thick, messy hair has fallen over his forehead, wet with sweat. He closes his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. It's as if a hundred laments escape his chest.
SFX: Hmmm...
Then, Viktor picks up his expensive, red silk scarf from beside the bed. He ties it over his own eyes, trapping himself in darkness.
Viktor (with his eyes blindfolded): "I won't scare you, Alia. If you want, my eyes will stay closed. Tonight, we'll only speak with touch."
Alia holds her breath. Her body freezes. She watches—Viktor is now surrendering himself to her will. But... can she trust him?
Viktor's hand slowly takes Alia's—the grip isn't strong, but rather, pleading.
Viktor (softly): "Bind me with your fear. And if you can, break me with your love."
Scene: Viktor's Safehouse – Bedroom – Deeper Into the Night
Alia stands still. She is still wrapped in that light shawl. Her eyes are filled with hesitation, her lips trembling.
Viktor slowly moves closer. His eyes are tied with the red silk scarf. He can see nothing, yet he seems to see everything.
He then unties the scarf.
Viktor (in a soft voice): "Are you scared? I don't want you to run away. Let your fear be my punishment."
He then slowly lifts both of Alia's hands, takes a soft white ribbon, and gently ties her hands to the wooden headboard of the bed.
Tears well up in Alia's eyes, but she says nothing. Her eyes glow with a mix of wonder, fear, and a certain kind of trance.
Alia (looking down, whispering): "You're doing this, but... what are you doing to yourself, Viktor?"
Viktor stays silent. He then takes the same ribbon in his own hands and ties himself on the opposite side, facing Alia.
Viktor (with his eyes closed, smiling): "I'm not just hurting you, Alia. I've also made myself a prisoner to you. In this slavery—of your breath, your touch—that's how I want to live."
The room is silent. Nothing can be heard but the breathing and the pounding hearts of two people.
Alia closes her eyes. Without another word, a single tear rolls down her cheek. Alia's hands are still tied to the headboard. Her eyes are fluttering. Her breathing has quickened. Viktor is also tied, facing her.
Suddenly, Viktor slightly loosens his own ties—not with force, but in a way that shows he has control, but no strength.
He slowly moves toward Alia. His breath, the sound of his voice, the rise and fall of his chest—everything creates a trance.
Viktor (in a slow, low voice): "I want to touch you, Alia. I want to turn your fear into love. Let your tears be my punishment... and your touch my liberation."
Viktor's lips come very close to Alia's forehead. He doesn't kiss her; he just touches her gently. He lets out a long breath.
Alia (whispering): "Viktor... I'm trembling."
Viktor: "Then let me tremble too. Let's break each other and then put ourselves back together."
His lips then find Alia's cheek. A gentle kiss—soft, wet, and calm. Then he slowly moves toward her neck, as if each touch is a plea for forgiveness.
Alia closes her eyes. A soft breath escapes her lips—"Ah..."—it's unclear whether it's from pain or love.
Viktor's hand—still tied but slightly freed—reaches out to touch Alia's shawl.
Alia (biting her lip): "Viktor... is this right?"
Viktor (pausing, with both hurt and emotion in his eyes): "There's no right or wrong, Alia. This night is just for us—there's a truth beyond fear... if you want to go there."
Alia says nothing, she just opens her eyes and stares into Viktor's. Her face holds a mixed expression—fear, defiance, and a soft surrender.
She nods her head. A single sign of consent. And then... Viktor begins.