Crimson Leash : Some Chains Are Worn Willingly.
Ep.1
Author
"He-he… the story starts here. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."
() mean small action of characters
"" mean dialogues of characters
Location: Calderón Private Estate, Southern Spain – War Room
The chandelier above flickers with warm candlelight, casting sharp shadows across the obsidian table that stretches nearly the entire length of the chamber. Twelve chairs, all custom-made — tall-backed, sculpted from dark oak and leather — surround it like a council of wolves.
But only five are occupied.
Head of the table (north) – Leon Calderón, mafia boss. Black leather throne, iron-arm bracing, higher than all.
Opposite end (south) – Charles Alviére, Ryan’s father. Heavy-set, cold-blooded, eyes like old stone.
Center-right – Ryan, in the lowest seat. No arms. No height. A message.
Center-left – Mikhail Volkov, poised with elegance. Red velvet-backed seat, antique, always spotless.
Behind Ryan – Two armed guards. One Cartel. One Russian. They don’t blink.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(leans back, cigar glowing at the corner of his mouth)
"So this is the Alviére prince. I thought he'd be... taller."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without looking at him)
"And I thought you’d be scarier. Guess we're both disappointed."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(chuckles softly, swirls wine in crystal glass)
"He has a tongue. Sharp. Pretty. Dangerous."
(pauses, eyes narrowing)
"That’ll be fun to cut out... metaphorically, of course. Unless he begs for it."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(turns slightly toward Mikhail, licking his bottom lip slowly)
"Try me. I like the kind of pain that makes cowards scream."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
(flat, without lifting his eyes from the contract in front of him)
"This isn't a circus. Sign the papers, Leon. Mikhail. The boy is yours."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(ignores the papers, gestures to Riyan instead)
"What exactly do we get for our investment? Besides high cheekbones and attitude?"
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
" A connection to Alviére shipping routes, international immunity through my name, and access to London’s financial pipeline."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(rests chin on hand, looking at Riyan as if dissecting prey)
"And him."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smirks)
"I'm not a f***ing centerpiece."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You are whatever we say you are, pet."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(snaps back)
"Try calling me that again and see who bleeds first."
The guards tense. One of them takes a small step forward before Mikhail lifts a gloved hand. Stillness returns.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(almost lovingly)
"Temper, temper. I like it. Tell me, Riyan... do you break easily?"
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(leans forward slightly, voice soft like silk over a blade)
"I don’t break. I bend. Then I bite."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(laughs – loud, guttural, amused)
"Alright. I’ll admit. He’s got fire. Let's see how long it lasts."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
(cold as stone)
"It’s your problem now. He’s never been a son to me."
Riyan’s jaw clenches. A beat of silence. He doesn’t look at Charles. Not once.
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(under his breath)
"Good. I was never yours to begin with."
The tension turns electric. Mikhail slowly reaches out and brushes a finger along Riyan’s jaw. Riyan doesn’t flinch, but his eye twitches — not from fear, but disgust. Or curiosity.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
"You know... there’s something almost sacred in ruining something beautiful. Especially when it smiles at the pain."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smiles, slow and venomous)
"I smile when I’m choking."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(signs the contract, flicks pen onto table)
"Good. Then you’ll fit right in."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(signs next, sips his wine)
"To suffering, then."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
"Done. Get him out of my sight."
Leon stands. Towering. He moves behind Ryan and places a heavy hand on his shoulder. Ownership. Claim. Warning. Mikhail rises too, walking slowly, deliberately, toward the other side.
Ryan doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. But his fingers curl tight against the leather of his lowly chair.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(to Ryan)
"Welcome to your new life, darling. You’re going to scream a lot."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without looking up)
"Make it count."
Scene fades on three figures: one chained, two holding the keys.
The deal is sealed. The game begins.
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