TRAILER
A cold, lifeless bedroom bathed in the dim glow of a chandelier. The air is heavy—thick with the weight of time, of silence, of something unspoken. The bed, too large for one, holds a girl lying still, her body motionless, her eyes open but empty.
She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t move. She just exists.
(The clock ticks. The only sound in the room.)
[Slow, measured footsteps echo through the space.]
Towering figure sits at the foot of the bed. 6’7”, broad shoulders, a presence that swallows the room whole. His aura is darkness itself, thick and inescapable.
Lorenzo
“It’s been five years today… and a lifetime more to go
She remains motionless, her face unreadable. He watches her, intrigued by her numbness.
Lorenzo
(stepping closer, voice sharper)I want you ready and broken.......Sharp. Seven.
[The door clicks shut. The ticking clock grows louder.]
[Sound of an aircraft soaring through the sky.]
A sleek private jet glides through the night, cutting through the darkness like a blade.
Inside, a man sits near the window, staring out. His presence is overwhelming—more intense, more lethal than any before him. He is not just dark; he is the storm itself.
He is the kind of man who turns heads without trying—too dangerously captivating to ignore
(He leans back, exhaling, his lips curling into a smirk—not of amusement, but of certainty.)
Alessandro
(under his breath, barely audible)It’s been seven years, brother
He takes a slow sip of the wine, his fingers tightening around the glass as if restraining the storm within.
(He leans back, exhaling, his lips curling into a smirk—not of amusement, but of certainty.)
Alessandro
I’m coming back
"This is just the beginning."
Five years locked in a world of silence. Seven years lost to the shadows. Two brothers—one ruling, one returning. She was taken, broken, and forgotten. But ghosts don’t stay buried forever.
Now, the past is coming back... and this time, it won’t ask for permission.
Blood will spill, power will shift, and in the end—only one will stand."
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