[Damon’s study, dimly lit with a single desk lamp illuminating the room.]
*Amara stands near the door, watching Damon, who is deeply engrossed in a file.*
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
You’re always working. Don’t you ever rest?
DAMON CROSS (ML)
*Without looking up.*
DAMON CROSS (ML)
Rest is a luxury I can’t afford, Mrs. Cross.
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
*Steps closer, crossing her arms.*
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
And yet you force someone like me into this world of yours.
DAMON CROSS (ML)
*Finally looks up, his eyes dark and unreadable.*
DAMON CROSS (ML)
You agreed to it. No one forced you.
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
I agreed to save my family, not to lose myself.
(Their eyes lock, the tension thick in the air.)
---
[Flashback: Damon as a young boy]
-A large, cold mansion with echoes of raised voices in the background.
Young Damon, no older than 10, sits alone in a grand dining room, staring at a plate of untouched food.-
Young Damon
*Whispers to himself.*
Young Damon
One day, I’ll build my own empire. No one will control me.
(The flashback fades as Damon snaps out of his thoughts in the present.)
---
[Scene shifts back to the study]
DAMON CROSS (ML)
*Leans back in his chair, his expression softening slightly.*
DAMON CROSS (ML)
You won’t lose yourself, Amara. Not while I’m here.
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
*Raises an eyebrow, surprised at his sudden gentleness*
AMARA LYNNE (FL)
Why do I feel like you’re the one who’s lost, Damon?
DAMON CROSS (ML)
*Smirks faintly.*
DAMON CROSS (ML)
You ask too many questions.
(Amara turns to leave, but for the first time, Damon’s gaze lingers on her, his mask slipping just a little.)
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waiting toooo seee Damon falling in love with her
2025-01-02
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