Victor is standing in front of her.
There is a deep gaze in his eyes—not just of desire, but of understanding.
Alia slowly approaches him.
No words are spoken.
A silent electric tension between the two.
Victor steps towards her—without reaching out his hand, only maintaining eye contact.
Their lips meet.
A Lip Kiss—slow, deep, full of feeling.
This is not the result of mere physical attraction, but rather
a declaration:
"I know who you are, yet I am here."
The scene slowly moves into slow motion.
The camera captures the breath escaping from Alia's lips.
Victor's fingers touch Alia's back—
Soft, but reassuring.
An internal dialogue plays in Alia's mind (VOICEOVER):
"I knew this could be a mistake...
But on his lips, all fear melts away.
Where I am just a woman, only a woman."
SCENE ENDS ON FREEZE FRAME:
Their lips together, eyes closed,
Soft jazz piano music playing in the background.
TEXT APPEARS:
"That kiss wasn't a promise. It was a confession."Scene Cut – The Next Morning
Alia's eyes suddenly flutter open.
She gently moves her head away from Victor's chest,
shaking off the haze between dream and reality.
Victor isn't asleep. His eyes are fixed on her,
a silent question lingering in his gaze, "Are you awake?"
Alia's voice is soft but steady:
"Yes, I'm awake… and I realize now, this is more than just love — it's our truth."
Victor smiles lightly and slowly reaches out to kiss her forehead.Scene: Morning Light – Victor's Penthouse
Location: Moscow
Time: 7:10 AM
Mood: Quiet tension, emotional intimacy, unspoken decisions
Alia slowly sits up, wrapping the white shirt tighter around her body.
She walks to the floor-to-ceiling window. The golden morning light falls on her face, glowing against the red silk underneath.
Victor sits up on the sofa, elbows on his knees, watching her in silence.
Alia (without turning around):
"Last night... it felt like a dream. But now I'm awake, Victor. Truly awake."
Victor stands up and walks toward her.
He doesn't touch her—he just stands close, sharing her view of the waking city.
Victor (softly):
"Then let's not lie to ourselves anymore."
Alia turns to look at him. Her eyes are sharp, yet full of something fragile—
Not weakness, but choice.
Alia:
"I know what I have to do next... and I know it may not include you."
A long pause.
Victor's jaw clenches just slightly, but his voice stays calm.
Victor:
"Then give me this moment. Just this one. No war, no crown... just you."
Alia looks at him—truly looks.
Then takes one step forward,
and places her forehead against his chest.
A long exhale. A surrender — not to him,
but to the peace she almost forgot she could feel.
Voiceover (Alia's inner monologue):
"Maybe we're not meant to last forever...
But some nights… some mornings…
are worth remembering forScene: Morning – Penthouse Balcony
Location: Victor's Penthouse, Moscow
Time: 8:00 AM
Mood: Calm strength, silent understanding, poised power
Alia stands alone on the balcony.
She's still wearing Victor's white shirt—lightly draped over her red silk lingerie.
In her hand, a cup of black coffee. Steam curls softly into the morning air.
But she doesn't sip. Her gaze is fixed on the city far below—Moscow waking beneath her feet.
Near the edge of the balcony, Yash, her personal bodyguard, stands motionless.
Wearing black, an earpiece in his ear, dark glasses on his eyes—he's alert, watching the world like a silent wall.
A man who speaks little, but whose presence says:
"To reach her, you go through me."
Inside, visible through the open glass doors, Maria, the trusted maid, is quietly fixing the bed, smoothing out the silk sheets from last night's storm.
SFX: Only the soft breeze and the distant hum of the city.
Then—
Victor appears behind her.
Slow steps. Barefoot. Shirtless. Just black trousers.
His hair is slightly tousled, his expression calm, unreadable.
In his hand—another cup of coffee.
He steps up beside her. Says nothing.
Alia glances at the cup.
A faint smile touches her lips. But she doesn't look at him.
Alia (without turning):
"Do you always watch me like this…
as if you'll arrive just before I break?"
Victor (softly):
"You weren't made to break, Alia.
You were born of fire.
I just bring the coffee… so you don't burn out."
Alia finally turns to look at him.
Her eyes hold a quiet challenge… and something else—trust.
She takes a sip from her cup, then says:
Alia:
"From today, I rule, Victor.
And you stand beside me… only if you can surrender to that."
Victor smiles faintly—eyes calm, unshaken.
Victor:
"I already did… the night I kissed my queen."
They fall into a silence.
But this silence isn't empty—
it's filled with an unspoken contract.
Of power. Of love. Of loyalty.
Soundtrack fades in:
A soft, melancholic blend of violin and cello—slow, cinematic.
The scene ends with a wide shot:
Alia and Victor standing side by side on the balcony,
looking down at the city they're about to rule…
in fire or in silence.
Scene Cut – Same Morning, Minutes Later
Location: Victor's Penthouse – Private Study Room
Time: 8:20 AM
Mood: Calm shattered by tension; shadow of a threat
Alia and Victor are now inside, seated in the private study.
They're facing each other across a sleek black table.
Victor is silently reviewing an encrypted tablet.
Alia watches him, sipping the last of her coffee—calm, but alert.
Suddenly—
"Beep."
An urgent notification appears on the screen.
PRIORITY CODE:
"CODE BLACK – Incoming Threat"
Victor's eyes sharpen.
He taps to unlock the video alert.
A grainy night-vision feed appears.
A sniper.
Positioned on a rooftop.
His crosshairs aimed… at the very balcony where Victor and Alia stood just moments ago.
Victor goes still.
Alia leans in, silent but watching.
Victor (quietly, cold):
"He had the shot. He didn't take it."
Alia (focused):
"Which means it wasn't a hit. It was a message."
Victor closes the tablet and walks to the window.
He scans the rooftops with his eyes.
Alia:
"They want to remind us...
no matter how high we rise,
the streets still know how to whisper threats."
Victor:
"Let them whisper.
I'll burn their tongues before they speak your name again."
SFX: A low hum — Victor's secure phone begins vibrating.
He answers.
A voice — distorted, untraceable — comes through the line.
Unknown Voice (modulated):
"Godmothers don't get to rest, Alia.
Not in Moscow."
Click. The line goes dead.
Alia stares at Victor—her face expressionless, but her eyes hard.
She speaks with quiet command:
Alia (firmly):
"Call Yash.
I want every camera in this city under my control.
Before sunset... I want a name."
Victor nods slowly, but doesn't move right away.
He just looks at her—for a long, quiet second.
Victor (softly):
"You said today you begin to rule…
Looks like the city heard you."
Scene ends.
Soundtrack: A slow, heavy Russian march begins to play.
The camera pans out from the penthouse window...
across Moscow's skyline...
where somewhere, unseen,
a sniper is still watching.