ALIA (whispering, her voice slightly trembling, in English
"I wasn't going anywhere, Victor. I was just seeing if... if you truly returned."
This statement from Alia gave Victor the joy of victory. His Russian love song began again, but this time it was lower and warmer.
Scene: Complete Surrender
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – NIGHT
Victor (VICTOR) was holding Alia (ALIA) tightly from behind, his hip pressed against her body. Alia knew there was no resistance now.
Victor turned while holding Alia and slowly walked towards their luxurious bed. He gently laid Alia down on the bed.
Victor spoke no more. Only possession and intense desire were in his gaze. He took off his royal attire piece by piece, his gold-embroidered jacket, and everything else. His muscular body was revealed, showcasing his raw power and primal strength.
Alia lay still. There was no fear in her eyes, only a cold surrender. She knew this physical bond would fully convince Victor that she belonged to him. Saving Anashia and setting the trap for Victor under her disguise—this was Alia's sole objective at this moment.
Victor leaned in and made love to Alia.
This physical relationship was more about possession than love. Every touch of Victor was the declaration of his empire, and every breath of Alia was the promise of her secret rebellion.
After the act, Victor lay beside Alia like a victor, satisfaction and certainty in his eyes—he had recovered his Queen.
But Alia kept her eyes closed. Her mind was not on Victor, but on Anashia and the plan for their imminent war. She told herself: "This is just acting; this is my first victory."
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – CONTINUOUS
Victor (VICTOR) and Alia (ALIA) were engaged in their union. It was not just physical, but a final display of power.
Victor's eyes were intense, clouded with the intoxication of possession. He touched Alia as if he were not just reclaiming a woman, but an entire empire. His face showed satisfaction, certainty, and a victor's arrogance. Every one of his movements seemed to remind Alia that he was the king of this game.
On the other hand, Alia's mask was flawless.
Alia's Expression: Alia's eyes were closed. She feigned an expression of love and deep surrender on her face. To an outsider, it would seem she was lost in Victor's love, but her lips were slightly curved—concealing her inner cold resolve and the fire of her rebellion. Mental strain and a hint of agony were etched on her forehead.
Victor suddenly leaned in towards Alia's face and whispered.
VICTOR
(In low, emotional, but possessive Russian)
"Твоя кожа. Твой запах. Я скучал. Ты не представляешь, как."
(Romanized: Tvoya kozha. Tvoy zapakh. Ya skuchal. Ty ne predstavlyayesh', kak.)
(Translation: Your skin. Your scent. I missed you. You can't imagine how much.)
Alia did not open her eyes during this moment. She knew she couldn't get emotional. She had to take advantage of this moment of Victor's 'weakness.'
ALIA
(In a warm, emotional, but controlled voice, in English)
"I know, Victor. And I... I knew you would return. I was waiting for you."
Victor was encouraged by Alia's words. He saw her surrender as his ultimate victory.
VICTOR
(In an emotional voice, in English)
"You are my strength, Queen. Not my weakness. Now tell me, what happened in my absence that you had Yuri handle things? Tell me the truth."
Victor used this intimate moment as an opportunity to gain tactical information.
ALIA
(Gently placing her hand on Victor's back, bringing emotion into her voice)
"I was afraid, Victor. They could have attacked you. I was protecting your empire, not you. I am setting a trap for Anashia for you—but let me know everything, Victor. Trust me."
Alia's use of the phrase "for you" further boosted Victor's ego and sense of possession. Their union was still ongoing, but this was the moment of the most dangerous political conversation of their game.
Scene: The Tears of Rebellion
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – CONTINUOUS
Victor (VICTOR) and Alia (ALIA) were still entwined. Alia had just succeeded in convincing Victor that she was setting a trap for Anashia for him.
In this intense moment of physical union, all of Alia's inner agony and terror burst forth as tears. She silently gripped the bedsheet tightly, ensuring her sobs wouldn't reach Victor's ears. Warm tears rolled down Alia's eyes and soaked into the pillow. It was a silent expression of her political sacrifice and personal hatred.
Victor looked at Alia's face at that moment. He neither saw nor cared for any signs of Alia's crying or mental distress. Instead, he was delighted by Alia's apparent 'surrender' and her tactical response.
A cruel, pitiless smile was on Victor's face. It was the smile of his ultimate victory and declaration of possession. He might have loved Alia, but power and authority were more important to him than that love.
Victor leaned towards Alia's face and touched his lips to her wet eyes.
VICTOR
(In low, arrogant Russian)
"Не плачь. Ты теперь победитель. Твои слезы – моя сила."
(Romanized: Ne plach'. Ty teper' pobeditel'. Tvoi slezy – moya sila.)
(Translation: Don't cry. You are the victor now. Your tears are my strength.)
Victor's words clearly demonstrated his cruelty and complete control over Alia. He saw Alia's suffering as the source of his own strength.
Alia kept her eyes closed. Her crying stopped. There were no more tears, only final, cold hatred and resolve.
This line dramatically concluded their intense psychological and physical episode, where Victor believed himself to be the sole victor.
Scene: The Challenge
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – CONTINUOUS
Victor (VICTOR) had just finished his arrogant Russian sentence in Alia's (ALIA) ear ("Your tears are my strength."), the cruel victor's smile still on his face.
Alia was still. There were no tears in her eyes now, only cold fire. She knew she couldn't strike with emotion; she had to attack Victor's ego.
ALIA
(Clearing her throat, in a suppressed yet sharply mocking tone, in English)
"Oh, shut up! Why are you panting so loud? You're acting like you just wrestled a bull!"
Victor's smile froze. He looked at Alia in surprise.
ALIA
(A slight smile on her lips, in a more scathing tone)
"You're only 34, Victor. You're not an Old Man to be so out of breath. This isn't running an empire; it's a bedroom game. And don't forget, I manage your empire."
The look of victory on Victor's face instantly twisted into a mixture of insult and rage. Alia had just attacked his masculinity, his age, and his emotional space—all at once.
But Victor quickly suppressed the rage. He knew the woman's defiance and courage were what attracted him. Victor began to laugh again, loudly.
VICTOR
(The laughter was louder this time, like a roar, but his eyes were cold)
"Ha ha ha! My Queen! I love this courage. You always forget that my strength doesn't depend on age, it depends on my will."
Victor was still laughing, but his laughter was no longer one of love—it was the acceptance of Alia's challenge and the promise of retribution.
Victor reached out his hand and gently held Alia's long hair.
VICTOR
(Still laughing, in a low voice)
"But be careful, Queen. My will is focused entirely on you right now."
Scene: Pain and Control
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – CONTINUOUS
Victor (VICTOR) had just heard Alia's (ALIA) "Old Man" insult and was trying to mask his fury with loud laughter. But Alia's attack had severely wounded Victor's masculinity and authority.
Victor's laughter suddenly stopped. There was no more playfulness or love in his eyes, only pure rage and a determination to re-establish control.
He instantly placed his hands on Alia's beautiful, soft waist in a way that his muscles felt suddenly rock-hard.
With extreme force, Victor yanked Alia's waist towards him. The pull was so sudden and powerful that Alia momentarily winced in pain.
Victor then gripped both of Alia's hands tightly so she couldn't resist. Using his physical strength, Victor brought Alia under his control even more forcefully and quickly.
ALIA
(Her voice trembling, in pain)
"Ah! Victor! What are you doing? What kind of game is this?"
Victor leaned into Alia's face. His eyes seemed to burn with fury.
VICTOR
(In low, hissing, intense Russian)
"Это мое. Ты мое. И тебе нравится, когда я беру контроль."
(Romanized: Eto moyo. Ty moyo. I tebe nravitsya, kogda ya beru kontrol.)
(Translation: This is mine. You are mine. And you like it when I take control.)
Victor ignored Alia's physical protest, using his own primal power and possessiveness to establish ultimate control. Alia realized that for this moment, she had to completely surrender to Victor's authority. Being subjected to this pain and anger was the final price she had to pay to convince Victor.
FADE TO BLACK.
Scene: The Lord's Vengeance
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM AREA – CONTINUOUS
Victor (VICTOR), consumed by rage and arrogance, tightened his grip on Alia's (ALIA) waist, firmly re-establishing his control. Alia's face was contorted with pain and intense arousal.
ALIA
(Her voice almost breaking, with pain)
"Ahhhhh! Victor! Sl... slower! Please, slower!"
Alia's pained plea only intensified Victor's rage, as it symbolized her resistance and her failure to completely surrender. Victor completely ignored Alia's appeal.
Victor was now intensely aroused by the sound of his own heavy breathing—the sound showcasing all the primal strength of his body. He began to breathe heavily.
VICTOr
No! I am the Mafia Lord! I am the God of this empire! You are the Mafia Lord God! Mother!)
Victor was using this moment of Alia's vulnerability to declare himself not just a king, but the ultimate deity of power. His words were not just directed at Alia, but a final proclamation to his own ego and power.
Alia closed her eyes. She understood that controlling Victor was impossible at this moment. This brutal of possession confirmed that Victor was still the same power-hungry man, and her strategy was working perfectly.
Alia's voice faded. In this moment of pain and deception, she completely gave herself over to Victor.
FADE TO BLACK.