Dengerous Devotion of Love
Chapter 1
A thin rain falls under flickering streetlights, The alley is deserted wet asphalt reflects the dim orange glow like a mirror of fire
A long figure kneels at the far end mid-30's expensive suit torn and bloodied, his hands are zip-tied, face battered, breathing shallow, he shifts, trying to sit up, his eyes darting around for miracle that isn't coming
someone
*Foots steps echo down the alley *
Slow, heavy, steps echoing through the alley like a countdown
someone
*From the shadows appears*
Black coat, Black gloves, A gun in one hand his eyes cold, his face calm, No rush, No feeling Just silence
He walks like the alley belongs to him like nothing in the world could touch him
Daniel
*Shaken as he gets closer he tries to speak but nothing comes out at first*
someone
*Stops just a few steps away, looking down at the man who sold him out*
someone
*No anger, No expression, just a killer doing what must be done*
Daniel
*his voice shaking* Bo-Bosss please, I didn't know it would go this far
someone
You know enough ❄️🥶
Daniel
I didn't think they'd act so fast! I didn't think you'd find out
someone
You didn't think? ❄️ 🥶
Daniel
*Tries to crawl back*
Daniel
Please..... I'll run, leave the country, you won't ever see me again*begging*
someone
*lifts the gun, his voice stay cold*
someone
You won't leave this Alley ❄️🥶
Daniel
I'll do anything--anything-
someone
You already did enough ❄️ 🥶
Daniel
*Body slump to the wet ground, lifeless*
someone
*he lowers the gun slowly wipe it clean with black cloth*
A stares for second then turn and walks into the rain silent
someone
*his phone buzzes in his coat, he pulls it out, answer with no emotion* yes
early 30s, sit in the passenger seat of a sleek black car, he is on the phone, glancing nervously at laptop with maps and CCTV footage his driver waits silently
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
Alaric.... We got the exact alley Daniel signal pinged behind the old textile mill two minutes ago, want me to send a team
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*A glance at Daniel lifeless body rain still falls calmly, he speaks into the phone*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
No need, He's not there any more ❄️🥶
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
What? Then where is he ?
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*A walk slowly out of the alley, No rush*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
He's in hell, come back ❄️🥶
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*A hangs up*
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
*Stares at the phone, he doesn't move He doesn't speak for a long second then -
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
*low* Damn
The driver look over, but says nothing
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
*closes the laptop slowly, he doesn't ask what happened he already knows, he leans back in his seat watching rain streak across the window*
Marcel (ML assistant/BFF)
( reminder me to never to cross that man)
The car pully away into the night
A black car wait at the end of the Street. His driver opens the door wordlessly.
Silence. Alaric leans back, eyes distant, watching raindrops race down the window.
The car pulls up in front of a massive wrought iron gate. EXT. SALVATOR MANSION – NIGHT
The gates open slowly. The car rolls through the long driveway, tires slick against the stone.
The mansion stands tall and silent — cold lights glowing in the windows.
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*walks through the silent corridors. Staff avoid his eyes. The walls are lined with heavy portraits, each more imposing than the last.*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*He stops in front of a dark oak door.*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Knocks once*
A voice inside: “Come in.”
chapter 2
The study is dimply lit, filled with old books, cigars and the smell of power, A fire place burns low The rain outside taps against the tall windows
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Enter his coat is wet, his face expressionless he walks with calm steps*
Behind a large oak desk sits his father Darin Salvatore Mid 60s, A businessman come ex Mafia king sharp suit, silver hair, a glass of brandy in one hand, he doesn't look up
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*stop in front of the desk*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
Daniel's dead
Alaric salvatore (ML)
He sold our intel to the rival company I ended it tonight
darien salvatore (ML father )
*sips his drink still not looking at him*
darien salvatore (ML father )
That rat has a sharp mind, but no spine 🥶 ❄️
darien salvatore (ML father )
*he takes a sip of his drink*
darien salvatore (ML father )
Funny, men like him always think betrayal will buy them something bigger ❄️🥶
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*say nothing*
darien salvatore (ML father )
* still not looking at him*
darien salvatore (ML father )
Do you know why horses are shot when they break their legs?❄️🥶
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*stand with blank yet slit expression*
darien salvatore (ML father )
Because they stop being useful, you don't praise a man for pulling the trigger, you just make sure he doesn't hesitate next time ❄️🥶
darien salvatore (ML father )
*finally look at him*
darien salvatore (ML father )
You're still here ❄️🥶
Alaric salvatore (ML)
* turn without a word and walks out*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
* step out of the study, the weight of his father's indifference still heavy on his shoulder*
someone
*From down the hall, heels click softly on marble*
someone
* appears elegant, wrapped in a long silk shawl, her hair tied back neatly, she walks with effortless grace she sees Alaric..........*
someone
…but doesn't stop.... doesn't flinch*
someone
*No tension, No glance she simply walks past him like he isn't there*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*quiet* Evening....au..
Isabella salvatore (ML stepmom)
*she doesn't answer, her gaze remains forward but as she reaches the door to the study, she calls out -
Isabella salvatore (ML stepmom)
You ready, Darien?
darien salvatore (ML father )
*from inside* Always. *smile*
darien salvatore (ML father )
*step out moment later placing a hand on Isabella's back as they begin to walk away together*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*stand motionless, watching with unrequited emotions*
Alaric stand motionless watching everything, Isabella says nothing to him, Darin doesn't even spare him a glance just before they disappear around the corner, Isabella adjust her shawl barely and says, not looking at him
Isabella salvatore (ML stepmom)
Tell the staff to clear the blood from the entrance, it's unpleasant ❄️🥶 * to one of staff*
Alaric stand alone now, overlooking the rainy garden, the cold wind brushes his hair, he lights a cigar with steady fingers his eyes remain on the path Isabella walked down
There's no anger in them. Just something softer, Almost nostalgic
The door creaks open. Alaric Steps in slowly. No lights. Just moonlight bleeding through half-drawn curtains. He shuts the door behind him. Quiet click.
The room is spacious — but cold. Impersonal. A bed. A bookshelf. A suit hanging on a hook. Not a single thing in here looks lived in. He peels off his wet coat, throws it over a chair without looking. Unbuttons his shirt. His hands move slowly — not tired, just… drained. He drops onto the bed, still half-dressed.
Eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
For a moment, his mask slips. Just a flicker. Eyes glossy. Jaw tight.
Memories rush in — his mother walking away, his father’s silence, Isabella’s cold elegance brushing past like he was dust in the hallway.
He covers his eyes with his arm. Not to cry. Just to breathe.
Just to exist in a room where no one’s watching — where he doesn’t have to be made of stone.
Alaric salvatore (ML)
(softly to himself)
They all leave eventually.
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Lies on his side, eyes half-lidded, the weight of silence pressing down on him.*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*His breathing slows. Almost asleep*
A faint laugh, not real — just in his head. A flash of a red ribbon in the wind. A smile he hasn’t seen in years.
His brow tightens slightly.
No expression. No words. But his fingers twitch… like they’re trying to hold on to something that isn’t there.
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*He opens his eyes for a second*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Stares at the ceiling*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Just whispers*
Alaric salvatore (ML)
...her.
Alaric salvatore (ML)
*Then he closes his eyes again*
Sleep takes him. But the memory lingers.
chapter 3
Afternoon, golden sunlight covering the green fields like honey
A soft golden light filters through the lingering mist above the emerald-green paddy fields. A narrow cobblestone lane winds past wooden cottages with terracotta roofs; laundry billows on lines, and the distant bleat of goats mingles with the chirping of sparrows. A gentle breeze carries the scent of jasmine and tilled earth.
The air is warm and lazy. A gentle breeze shakes the trees. Birds chirp from mango branches. A couple of cows lounge near a narrow path, chewing slowly and looking unimpressed by the world.
In the middle of this calm, quiet postcard...
someone
*She walks like she’s got music in her head, humming something off-beat, her yellow cotton kurti flaring with every step. Her blue dupatta flies behind her like a superhero cape, and her feet kick up little clouds of dust from the old village road*
someone
*She has a sling bag bouncing on her hip, two mismatched bangles clinking on her wrist, and a mischievous smile like she’s already planning something*
Anya ( FL)
*She pauses under a big banyan tree, stretching her arms wide*
Anya ( FL)
Oh wow, look at how peaceful it is here! It’s like the whole world paused just to take a nap. Do you think the flowers dream when the wind tickles them?
Anya ( FL)
*She twirls, nearly toppling over, then giggles*
From between the grass blades, a cat jumps out—elegant, white and grey, tail up like he owns the entire field
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
*Jumps out*
Anya ( FL)
(gasps dramatically)
Oh! Excuse me, sir! Didn’t mean to step into your kingdom.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
*The cat blinks once. Then sits. Like he’s judging her*
Anya ( FL)
(squatting to eye level)
Wow. You’ve got major main character energy. What’s your name? No, wait—let me guess... Sir Whiskers.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
(thinking)
(Finally. Someone who understands my importance🙂)
Anya ( FL)
*smiling*
Sir Whiskers it is. You look like you run this whole village.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
(I do. Now carry me.)🙄
Anya ( FL)
*trying to pick him up*
Come here, fluffy royalty. I shall carry you to your people.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
*The cat lets her pick him up. His tail twitches. He permits it—for now*
As Anya twirls back onto the road with the cat in her arms, far in the distance, someone calls her name
From between two mango trees, Cousin Leela emerges, brushing grass from her jeans. She’s mid-teens like Anya, with inquisitive eyes and a practical ponytail
Leela Sharma (FL cousin)
*hands on hips*
Anya! Seriously, I’ve been calling you for ten minutes. Mum and Dad are up at the chief’s house, worried sick!
Anya ( FL)
*Holding up the cat*
Behold—Sir Whiskers, guardian of the East Field. He insisted on a royal audience before we proceed.
Leela Sharma (FL cousin)
*Rolling her eyes but smiling*
You bring a cat and give it a title while our parents are searching all over? Come on, kitten queen.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
*The cat purrs, kneading Anya’s skirt.*
Anya ( FL)
*petting it fondly*
He’s got impeccable timing. But duty calls, Sir Whiskers—we have humans to appease.
Rajesh Sharma (FL uncle)
*hurrying up the path, a bit out of breath* Anya! Where were you? We looked all over the village!
Meera Sharma (FL aunty)
*Hands on hips* We even checked behind the goat shed! You had us worried sick!😕
Anya ( FL)
*grinning, holding Sir Whiskers like a baby.* Well, I wasn’t lost. Sir Whiskers just needed to show me the royal rice fields. Very urgent business.”
Leela Sharma (FL cousin)
*Laughing*
She’s been talking to that cat like it’s the king of the village.
Anya ( FL)
*Gasping*
Excuse you—it is the king. He’s royalty. He said so in meows.
Rajesh Sharma (FL uncle)
*raising an eyebrow*
The cat talks now?
Anya ( FL)
*pretending to whisper*
Only to me. It’s a secret. He also wants milk... and fish.
Meera Sharma (FL aunty)
*Shaking her head, chuckling*
Come inside, troublemaker. We’ve got milk, and I think there’s some leftover tandoori fish
Anya ( FL)
*fist-pumping*
Yes! Royal feast time! 🤤
Leela Sharma (FL cousin)
*Placing down a little bowl of milk and a dish of fish*
Here you go, your highness.
Anya ( FL)
*bowing dramatically to Sir Whiskers*
Your humble servants have prepared your banquet.
Mr whiskers (FL's cat)
*purring loudly*
Meowwwww.
Rajesh Sharma (FL uncle)
*Scratching the cat’s head*
He’s actually enjoying this, huh.
Anya ( FL)
*Feeding him a fish piece sneakily*
Of course. He’s royalty. Royals love attention... and snacks.
Meera Sharma (FL aunty)
*Narrowing her eyes*
Anya, are you sneaking him extra fish?
Anya ( FL)
*Mouth full of roti, eyes wide*
Who? Me? Never!
Leela Sharma (FL cousin)
*whispering to her mom*
She totally is.
Anya ( FL)
*Singing*🎤 🎶
La la la, I hear nothing, I see nothing.
Rajesh Sharma (FL uncle)
*Smiling*
You’re a tornado in a dress, you know that?
Anya ( FL)
*grinning*
Yep. But a fun tornado.
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