HIS OBSESSION
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."
Introduction
Name -Lorenzo
Height: 6’7”, broad-shouldered, towering.
Aura: Cold, suffocating, calculated dominance.
Personality: Ruthless, patient, and always in control. A man who enjoys breaking others.
Role: The soon-to-be mafia boss. He took her, caged her, and molded her into silence. But his rule is about to be challenged.
Name -Hope
Height: 5’5”, fragile yet haunting.
Aura: Empty, lifeless—obedient, but unsettling.
Personality: Once fierce, now a ghost. Numb, silent… but something lingers beneath.
Role: Stolen, broken, and forgotten. But when the past returns, will she remain in chains?
Name - Alessandro
Height: 6’4” intense, dangerous.
Aura: Fire and chaos—unpredictable, unstoppable.
Personality: Relentless, ruthless, a man forged in exile. He doesn’t ask—he takes.
Role: He was erased, but he’s back. For power. For vengeance. For her.
He is her captor—ruthless, dominant, the soon-to-be king of the underworld. To him, she is nothing more than proof of his victory, a pawn in his empire. Yet, something about her silence unsettles him.
The brother thought to be lost, a man who was cast into the shadows, now walks back into the light. Darker. Deadlier. Unstoppable. He isn’t back to negotiate. He is back to claim.
The throne. The power. Her.
But blood runs thicker than vengeance, and the past is not so easily rewritten. In a world where love is dangerous, betrayal is inevitable, and sacrifice is the only way to survive—who will fall, and who will rise?
When the storm finally breaks, only one truth remains…
"Not everyone makes it out alive."
The Return of the Storm
The hum of the private jet fades as I step onto the familiar land—land that once belonged to me, land that I was forced to leave behind.
Alessandro
Seven years, brother...( I mumble, swirling the wine in my glass before setting it down.)
The house stands just as it was, towering and untouched by time. But I am not the same. I am no longer the boy who was sent away. I am stronger, sharper—more powerful than anyone.
As I walk through the grand iron gates, silence hangs in the air like a warning. The guards stand stiff, watching but not daring to move. They know who I am. They know why I’m here.
His voice is warm, but I barely register it.
Because my gaze has already locked onto the figure standing behind him.
There he is. My brother.
We do not speak. We do not move.
We only stare.
His expression is unreadable—cold, controlled. But I see it. The slight shift in his jaw, the quiet tension in his stance. He wasn’t expecting me yet.
Good.
Alessandro
I am , More than ever.
A silent war begins between us in that moment—one that words cannot touch.
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