Obedient Sin
Him≠Her
📜 She becomes his weakness.
Damian Volkov
Age: 31
Mafia boss / CEO of Volkov Industries (front for illegal operations)
Personality: Cold, calculating, intimidating, emotionally detached.
He believes love equals vulnerability.
Appearance: Sharp suits, gray eyes like storm clouds, a scar near his jawline.
Goal: Expand his empire and find the traitor who’s been leaking his secrets.
Aria Moretti
Age: 25
Former investigative journalist turned undercover agent working for a rival mafia group.
Personality: Intelligent, resilient, emotional, morally conflicted.
Appearance: Wavy brown hair, olive skin, eyes that burn with hidden pain.
Goal: Destroy Damian Volkov — the man she believes caused her father’s death.
Aria Moretti
“He taught me how to survive pain — by becoming it.”
Damian Volkov
“Love doesn’t save you, Aria. It breaks you — one heartbeat at a time.”
it's about the
✨ Power vs vulnerability
✨Love as both salvation and curse
Police Interrogation Room, New York City.
Rain hits the windows. Neon reflections bleed across the glass.
Aria Moretti sits under the harsh light, wrists bruised, eyes hollow but calm.
Across from her — a detective flips through a file filled with photos, blood, and names.
Rowe Detective
"You’re telling me… Damian Volkov didn’t force you?”
Aria Moretti
(coldly)
“No. I walked into his world willingly.”
Rowe Detective
“Willingly?”
He scoffs.
Rowe Detective
“You expect me to believe you chose to work for a man who’s killed half the East Coast?”
Aria Moretti
" I Didn’t work for him…” pauses, eyes flicker with pain
Aria Moretti
I loved him -
Rowe Detective
“Then tell me, Aria— why did you try to kill him?”
One Year Earlier. Damian’s World.
Luxurious boardroom. Black suits, gold whiskey, cold eyes.
Damian Volkov sits at the head of the table — every move deliberate, every word like a threat wrapped in silk.
Damian Volkov
“The media’s sniffing too close to our business. Find out who’s feeding them.”
Body Guard
“Already on it, boss. Some journalist named Moretti was asking around.”
Damian Volkov
(half-smile)
“Moretti? Cute name. Let’s see how curious she really is.”
Aria’s Apartment, same night.
Laptop open. Photos of Damian’s empire spread out — nightclub fronts, transport docks, political handshakes.
Her phone rings.
Unknown Number:📞
“You should stop digging, Aria.”
Aria Moretti
“Then you should stop hiding.”
She exhales shakily, unaware that the very man she’s chasing has already found her.
Midnight. Damian watches her from his car parked across the street
Rain blurs the windshield. He leans forward, eyes like polished ice.
Damian Volkov
(to himself)
“She has fire. Let’s see how long it burns before it turns to ash.”
He lights a cigarette, smoke twisting with the rain
Aria Moretti
Voice 🔊
They said the Volkovs ruled New York’s shadows.
I thought I could expose him.
Instead… I became his story.
Back to the Interrogation Room.
Rowe Detective
“So that’s how it began.”
Aria Moretti
“No. That’s how I ended.”
Because when you fall for the devil… love doesn’t save you. It brands you.
The Suspect
Rain presses against the glass of an interrogation room. One lamp burns too bright; the rest of the world is shadows.
Rowe Detective
You’re telling me Damian Volkov didn’t force you into his organization?
Aria Moretti
"No.” She folds her hands, wrists still marked from the cuffs.
Aria Moretti
“I walked into it myself”
Rowe Detective
You walked into a lion’s den because … ?
Aria Moretti
Because lions don’t kill what they’re curious about.
He slides a photo across the table—Damian at a gala, eyes of winter, a woman on his arm who is not her.
Rowe Detective
Then tell me how curiosity ends in blood.
Aria exhales. The lights flicker. Her voice drops to a whisper.
Aria Moretti
" it Didn’t end. It just never stopped bleeding.”
[Flash back – One year earlier]
Luxury boardroom. Damian sits at the head, chessboard in front of him, cigarette smoke curling like ghosts.
Damian Volkov
The media’s been too close. Find the source.
Body Guard
Name came up—Aria Moretti. Journalist.
Damian Volkov
(smiling slightly)
Damian Volkov
Curious. Let’s invite the truth in, see if it bites.
Outside, thunder rolls. Somewhere across the city, Aria uploads another article about “The Volkov Empire — The Untouchables.” She doesn’t know the subject has already seen her name.
Rowe Detective
“You loved him, didn’t you?”
Aria Moretti
(eyes closing)
“I thought I could rewrite a monster. Instead, he rewrote me.”
The Trap
Damian’s Private Lounge, Late Night.
The air smells of whiskey and rain. The room glows dimly from the fireplace — all shadows and gold.
Damian sits in silence, a chessboard open before him. Every piece in perfect order. Every piece except the queen — lying on its side.
Body Guard
“The girl’s here.”
Damian Volkov
(without looking up)
“Send her in.”
The door opens softly. Aria steps inside — confident, but her pulse races. Her heels echo like gunshots in the stillness.
Aria Moretti
You wanted to see me?
Damian Volkov
(finally looks at her)
“I always do.”
His tone is calm — but there’s something dangerous beneath it, like a wire stretched too tight.
Aria takes a seat across from him.
He pours her a drink. She hesitates. He notices — smirks slightly.
Damian Volkov
You think I’d poison you?
Aria Moretti
(shrugs)
With your reputation, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.
Damian Volkov
Smart answer
He pushes the glass toward her. She doesn’t touch it. Instead, she leans forward, locking eyes with him.
Aria Moretti
What do you really want from me, Damian ?
Damian Volkov
(softly)
“The truth.”
Damian Volkov
About why a woman like you — brilliant, independent, fearless — would willingly walk into my world.
He leans closer, voice barely a whisper.
“People only come to me for two things, Aria — power or revenge.”
Her eyes flicker. The corner of his mouth curves — he caught it.
Aria Moretti
(quietly)
Maybe I just wanted to see what the devil looks like up close.
Damian Volkov
(smiles faintly)
Then you should know… the devil always smiles back.
The air between them thickens.
For a long moment, neither speaks. The fire crackles softly, shadows crawling up the walls.
Her fingers tighten on the edge of her chair. His gaze never leaves her.
Aria Moretti
(thoughts)
He doesn’t even have to touch me. His silence feels like fingers on my skin.
Aria Moretti
Every glance is a question I’m terrified to answer.
Damian Volkov
(thoughts)
She’s different. Not scared, not greedy. But she hides something — and I’ll find it.
Damian Volkov
Everyone breaks eventually. The only question is how beautifully they do it.
Damian stands, walking toward the window. The city glows beneath them.
Damian Volkov
You know what this city is, Aria?
Damian Volkov
A graveyard of people who thought they could outsmart monsters.
Aria Moretti
(softly)
Then what are you?
Damian Volkov
(turns slightly)
The one who buries them.
Their eyes meet in the reflection — a distorted mirror image, her light against his darkness.
Aria rises slowly, stepping closer.
Damian Volkov
(amused)
Don’t try to humanize me, Aria.
Damian Volkov
It ruins the illusion.
Aria Moretti
And what illusion is that?
His eyes flicker — emotion, danger, control. But instead of touching her, he steps back.
Damian Volkov
Careful, Aria. Curiosity kills more than cats in my world.
Later that night. Aria’s apartment.
She sits by her window, watching the city. Her reflection stares back — half light, half shadow
Aria Moretti
( thoughts )
He’s dangerous.
Aria Moretti
Unpredictable. The kind of man who makes you forget your name while
Aria Moretti
He learns how to destroy it.
But I can’t stop thinking about him.
Aria Moretti
Maybe it’s not love.
Aria Moretti
Maybe it’s gravity — the pull between two doomed stars before they collide.
Damian alone, same night.
He stands by the same window in his penthouse, looking down at the streets where she lives.
A glass of whiskey in his hand, untouched.
Damian Volkov
(thoughts):
She’s playing a game.
Damian Volkov
But so am I.
Damian Volkov
And the difference is — I never lose.
He lifts his glass, toasts the night silently.
Damian Volkov
(whispers)
“To the girl who thinks she can walk through fire and not burn.”
Two souls circling the same flame.
One seeking truth. The other hiding it.
Both about to fall into the same trap — called desire.
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