EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
The sun casts sharp shadows as the city awakens. The usual hustle hums beneath the calm facade.
At the same crossing, the BAD BOY leans casually against a lamppost, eyes sharp and calculating. His men mill discreetly nearby, whispering updates.
He smirks as a courier approaches, handing him a small folded note.
BAD BOY
(reading, voice low and pleased)
So, Snowflake's not just a rumor after all.
He pockets the note and scans the street, waiting patiently.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
Snowflake rushes down the sidewalk, dressed in a tight skirt and crop top, hair neatly tied in a bun. Her heels click sharply on the pavement, eyes focused ahead.
Unaware, she brushes past the BAD BOY, who's been waiting patiently. Suddenly, he grabs her hand, pulling her smoothly but firmly toward him.
BAD BOY
(low, dangerous smile)
Well, well... fancy meeting you here again.
Snowflake freezes, heart pounding, caught in his grip. Her eyes flash with a mix of fear and defiance.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
Snowflake's breath catches, eyes narrowing. She pulls gently but firmly against the Bad Boy's grip.
SNOWFLAKE
(firm, cautious)
Let go of me. I don't want any trouble.
The Bad Boy smirks, tightening his hold just slightly, his voice dripping with challenge.
BAD BOY
Trouble seems to follow you like a shadow. Maybe you belong with me after all.
Suddenly, the sound of a powerful engine breaks through the tension. The black Rolls Royce pulls up smoothly beside them.
The Mafia Boss steps out, his gaze icy and commanding as he approaches.
MAFIA BOSS
(cold, deadly calm)
Let her go. This isn't your playground.
The Bad Boy's smirk falters for a moment, but the dangerous spark in his eyes remains.
BAD BOY
(smirking)
The game's just getting interesting.
Snowflake glances between them, heart racing as the two worlds collide.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
The Bad Boy's grip tightens on Snowflake's wrist, but suddenly the Mafia Boss's hand clamps down on the Bad Boy's arm with crushing force.
The Bad Boy's fingers slip from Snowflake's wrist. She stumbles back, clutching her wrist, which bears red marks—pain blooming across her skin.
Her eyes water, tears welling up from the ache and shock.
The Mafia Boss's calm shatters—his eyes blaze with fury as he kneels beside her, voice low but fierce.
MAFIA BOSS
(voice breaking with anger)
You hurt her?
He glares at the Bad Boy with deadly intent, muscles tense and ready.
SNOWFLAKE
(whispering, hurt but trying to be strong)
It's... it's okay. I'm fine.
But the pain and tears tell a different story.
The Mafia Boss's jaw tightens, eyes burning with a mix of rage and protectiveness. He rises slowly, every movement controlled but charged with menace.
MAFIA BOSS
(low, deadly)
You crossed the line. Nobody hurts what's mine and walks away.
He steps forward, closing the space between him and the Bad Boy, his presence towering and unyielding.
MAFIA BOSS
(voice like steel)
Consider this your last warning.
The Bad Boy meets his gaze, tension crackling in the air like a storm ready to explode.
Snowflake watches, torn between fear and relief, the pain in her wrist a sharp reminder of the dangerous world she's caught in.
The Mafia Boss is poised to confront the Bad Boy further, but suddenly Snowflake gently tugs at his shirt, her touch soft and hesitant—like a child seeking comfort.
Her eyes meet his, voice small but steady.
SNOWFLAKE
(quietly)
Stop… please.
For a moment, the fierce intensity in his eyes flickers, replaced by something softer — protectiveness mixed with a silent promise.
He takes a slow breath, loosening his clenched fists but keeping a watchful gaze on the Bad Boy.
MAFIA BOSS
(voice low, almost a whisper)
For you... I'll hold back. But don't make me regret it.
Snowflake nods, clutching her aching wrist as the dangerous silence settles back over the street.
Snowflake, wincing as she gently rubs her aching wrist, takes a shaky breath. Her tears slip quietly down her cheeks, glistening in the sunlight.
With slow, trembling steps, she begins to walk past both men — her eyes darting nervously between them.
Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with fear and pain.
SNOWFLAKE
(softly)
I… I just want to be safe.
Neither man moves to stop her as she fades into the crowd, leaving the heavy tension lingering in the air.
Snowflake's figure disappears into the crowd, leaving behind a charged silence.
The Mafia Boss turns sharply toward the Bad Boy, his eyes dark and threatening.
MAFIA BOSS
(low, commanding)
Listen carefully — stay away from her. She's mine. You don't belong in this.
He steps closer, voice colder than ice.
MAFIA BOSS
You stay out of our business, or there will be consequences you won't like.
The Bad Boy smirks, unfazed, but the warning hangs heavy in the air — a promise and a threat.
BAD BOY
(calm, taunting)
Is that a promise or a threat? Because I'm not scared to play your game.
He steps closer, voice low and dangerous.
BAD BOY
Snowflake's not a prize to own. She's a wild card — and I like wild cards.
The Mafia Boss's gaze hardens, the silent storm between them intensifying.
The tension crackles between the Mafia Boss and the Bad Boy.
Suddenly, Snowflake stops, turning around with fire in her eyes. Her wrist throbs but her stance is steady.
SNOWFLAKE
(firm, determined)
I'm nobody's prize. And I'm not your pawn.
Both men look at her, surprised by the strength in her voice.
SNOWFLAKE
(looking straight at the Bad Boy)
If you want a game… play it with me. Not over me.
The Mafia Boss's gaze softens, pride flickering in his eyes. The Bad Boy smirks, intrigued.
Snowflake stands her ground, pain and determination mixing in her eyes.
The Mafia Boss steps closer, his voice smooth but full of intent.
MAFIA BOSS
(calm, yet protective)
You want a lift? I'll take you wherever you need to go. No questions, no games.
He gestures toward the sleek black Rolls Royce waiting nearby, engine purring softly.
MAFIA BOSS
Just say the word.
Snowflake glances at the car, then back at him—caught between caution and a flicker of trust.
Snowflake hesitates for a moment, the ache in her wrist reminding her of the danger surrounding her.
Then, with a small, wary nod, she speaks softly but clearly.
SNOWFLAKE
Alright... I'll take the lift. But I'm in charge of where we go.
Her eyes meet the Mafia Boss's, a silent agreement passing between them — fragile, yet full of unspoken promise.
INT. BLACK ROLLS ROYCE – DAY
Snowflake sits quietly in the back seat, her head turned toward the window. Tears silently trail down her cheeks, hiding her pain from the Mafia Boss.
The soft hum of the engine fills the car as the city blurs outside.
The Mafia Boss sits beside her, eyes sharp and observant. He notices the trembling in her hands, the glistening tears she tries to hide.
His jaw tightens, fists clenching in silent anger and worry.
MAFIA BOSS
(quietly, almost to himself)
You don't have to hide your pain from me, Snowflake.
His gaze softens just a little, but the storm inside him rages on.
Snowflake's throat tightens, her breath catching as she hears his words. The tears threaten to spill over.
Before she can say anything, the Mafia Boss reaches out, gently pulling her trembling hand into his.
His thumb brushes softly over her skin, soothing the pain without words.
The quiet gesture breaks through her defenses, and for a moment, the harsh world outside fades away.
Snowflake looks down at their hands, feeling the warmth of his touch seep into her aching wrist.
Her voice is barely above a whisper, fragile but honest.
SNOWFLAKE
(softly)
Thank you... I didn't think anyone would care.
The Mafia Boss's eyes meet hers, steady and intense.
MAFIA BOSS
(quietly)
I care. More than you know. You're not alone anymore.
For a moment, the weight of the world seems lighter between them.
Snowflake's tears break free, streaming down her cheeks as she cries out loud — vulnerable and real.
The Mafia Boss doesn't flinch. Instead, his voice turns sharp with urgency.
MAFIA BOSS
(to the driver)
Hospital. Now.
The driver nods, and the Rolls Royce smoothly pulls away, leaving the chaos of the street behind.
The Mafia Boss turns to Snowflake, his expression soft but determined.
MAFIA BOSS
First the hospital. Then you decide where we go. Wherever you want.
INT. BLACK ROLLS ROYCE – MOVING – DAY
Snowflake nods silently, eyes downcast, still trembling from the pain and emotions.
The Mafia Boss hesitates for a moment, then gently raises his hand toward her cheek. His fingers tremble slightly as he carefully wipes away her tears.
She remains quiet, neither pulling away nor speaking — a fragile silence settling between them.
His gaze lingers on her face, filled with unspoken care and a growing protectiveness.
The Mafia Boss keeps his hand near her cheek, voice low and sincere.
MAFIA BOSS
(softly)
That bad boy... he's my rival. Everything he did—teasing you, trying to get to you—it's all because of him.
He sighs, eyes filled with regret.
MAFIA BOSS
I'm sorry you had to go through this. I never wanted you caught in our war.
Snowflake listens quietly, the weight of his words sinking in.
Snowflake looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and understanding.
SNOWFLAKE
(softly)
I didn't ask for this... but I won't run away anymore.
She swallows hard, her voice steady despite the tears.
SNOWFLAKE
If this is your world, then I'm here. Just... don't let me get lost in it.
Her gaze holds his, searching for a promise.
Snowflake's eyes soften as she leans just a little closer, the pain still there but now mingled with a fragile trust.
The Mafia Boss notices the change—a quiet relief washing over his tense features.
MAFIA BOSS
(quietly, with warmth)
I won't let anything happen to you. Not now, not ever.
Their hands still connected, the distance between them shrinking — a new, unspoken bond beginning to form.
INT. HOSPITAL – EMERGENCY ROOM – DAY
The Mafia Boss supports Snowflake gently as they step into the bustling emergency room.
Doctors and nurses glance up, sensing the urgency.
Snowflake's wrist is examined carefully. A doctor checks the red marks and gently palpates the area.
DOCTOR
(softly)
You've got some bruising and swelling. We'll give you something for the pain and wrap your wrist to protect it.
Snowflake nods silently, still leaning slightly on the Mafia Boss.
The Mafia Boss stands close, never letting go of her hand, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
MAFIA BOSS
(quietly, to Snowflake)
We'll get you through this. Together.
The doctor prepares the injection, unaware of Snowflake's deep fear.
As the needle approaches, Snowflake's eyes widen in panic. Without thinking, she lashes out—biting hard on the Mafia Boss's arm.
A sharp gasp fills the room.
MAFIA BOSS
(gritting his teeth)
Snowflake!
Everyone freezes, stunned. The Mafia Boss's men exchange shocked glances—no one had ever dared to bite him.
Snowflake immediately pulls back, her eyes full of guilt and fear.
SNOWFLAKE
(whispering)
I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm scared.
The Mafia Boss's expression softens, though the pain is clear.
MAFIA BOSS
(calm but firm)
It's okay. I've got you.
The room falls into stunned silence. All eyes are on Snowflake.
She blinks, confused at first… until she sees the wide-eyed looks of the staff… and the quiet disbelief in the eyes of the Mafia Boss's men.
She slowly turns her gaze to his arm… her teeth marks still fresh and red against his skin.
Realization hits her like a wave.
Her lips part, but no words come. Her chest tightens with guilt, her throat chokes up. She lowers her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
The Mafia Boss watches her, then looks around coldly.
MAFIA BOSS
(to the room)
Out. All of you.
The staff hesitates. His tone leaves no room for argument. One by one, they leave. Silence returns.
He sits beside her, his voice low and gentle now.
MAFIA BOSS
You don't have to say anything, Snowflake. I know you were scared.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – PRIVATE AND QUIET – DAY
Snowflake sits on the bed, her fingers trembling as she keeps her eyes on the floor. The silence wraps around them like a heavy curtain.
The Mafia Boss gently places a bottle of water on the table beside her. He kneels down so he's at her eye level.
MAFIA BOSS
(softly)
Look at me, Snowflake.
Slowly, hesitantly… she lifts her eyes to meet his.
SNOWFLAKE
(voice barely a whisper)
I hurt you... and you were just trying to help me.
I'm... so sorry.
Her lips quiver. Tears well again, but this time from guilt.
He slowly reaches for her hand, brushing his thumb across her knuckles.
MAFIA BOSS
It was just a bite.
But your pain? That cut deeper.
His words hang in the air—gentle, forgiving, and full of something unspoken.
For the first time, Snowflake doesn't pull away. She lets herself lean just a little closer… not as someone broken, but as someone slowly being held together.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – STILLNESS – DAY
Snowflake stays close, her cheek nearly brushing his as she whispers.
SNOWFLAKE
(softly)
Why are you being so kind to me… when everyone else is afraid of you?
The Mafia Boss holds her gaze, his voice low and intimate.
MAFIA BOSS
Because you're not like everyone else.
You didn't flinch when I looked at you… you bit me instead.
A faint, emotional smile touches his lips. He brushes a strand of hair from her face with surprising gentleness.
MAFIA BOSS
And somehow, in the middle of all this madness...
you made me feel human again.
Snowflake's eyes shimmer, her heart pounding. For the first time, her hand moves on its own—resting lightly on his wounded arm.
SNOWFLAKE
Then maybe… I was meant to cross that road.
Snowflake gently touches the wound on his arm, concern in her eyes.
SNOWFLAKE
I still don't even know your name…
The Mafia Boss pauses. That name… that truth… it's too dangerous to hand over yet.
He offers a small, enigmatic smile instead.
MAFIA BOSS
Let's just say… I'm someone who's used to taking care of things.
Snowflake tilts her head, sensing the mystery but not pushing. Her voice softens.
SNOWFLAKE
Whoever you are… thank you for being there today.
He leans in slightly, their breath mingling. The air between them thickens with unsaid feelings.
MAFIA BOSS
If I told you who I really am…
would you still sit this close?
Snowflake laughs softly, the sound calming.
SNOWFLAKE
That depends.
Are you secretly a superhero?
He smiles, but there's a flicker of something darker in his eyes… something he's not ready to share.
MAFIA BOSS
Something like that.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – AFTERNOON LIGHT FILTERING THROUGH CURTAINS
He watches her for a moment, then stands slowly, his movements smooth, controlled—as if he's used to hiding chaos behind calm.
MAFIA BOSS
(slight smile)
You ready to go?
Snowflake looks at her wrapped wrist, then up at him. There's hesitation in her eyes—not because of fear, but because something inside her has shifted.
She gives a small nod, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
SNOWFLAKE
Yeah... I think I am.
He offers his hand. She takes it.
As they walk out of the room together, side by side, the staff watches them with hushed respect. Snowflake notices the silence… the way people lower their eyes when he passes…
But she says nothing. Not yet.
Outside, the black Rolls Royce is already waiting.
The driver opens the door. He gestures gently.
MAFIA BOSS
After you, Snowflake.
She smiles faintly, still unaware that she's stepping into a world far darker—and far more dangerous—than she's ever known.
INT. BLACK ROLLS ROYCE – MOVING – EVENING
The city lights blur past as the car glides silently through the streets.
Snowflake sits quietly, wrist wrapped, fingers fidgeting slightly in her lap.
The Mafia Boss opens a small paper bag, takes out the medicines the doctor gave, and gently places them in her hands.
MAFIA BOSS
This one's for the pain. Take it tonight, before sleeping.
And this gel… apply it twice a day. Morning and night.
Don't skip it.
Snowflake looks at him, slightly stunned by how carefully he explains everything.
SNOWFLAKE
You sound like you do this all the time…
MAFIA BOSS
Only for people I care about.
She blinks, unsure if she heard that right—but says nothing.
In the front seat, the driver watches the scene unfold in the rearview mirror. His brow lifts slightly in disbelief. This was not the boss he knew—the one who gave orders with a glance, who could silence a room without a word.
He mutters to himself under his breath, grinning slightly.
DRIVER
(whispering)
What are you doing, boss…
The Mafia Boss catches the glance in the mirror and gives him a look—just sharp enough. The driver clears his throat and turns his eyes back to the road, lips sealed.
Snowflake misses it completely—her eyes now fixed on the medicine in her hands, her heart strangely full.
Snowflake gently clutches the small medicine bag, her voice tentative but polite.
SNOWFLAKE
You can drop me somewhere nearby… I don't want to trouble you more.
You look like a… busy man. I won't waste much of your time.
She offers a polite smile, trying to keep the tone light—but inside, there's a flicker of distance, as if she's unsure where she stands.
The Mafia Boss turns his head toward her slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a faint smirk touches his lips—warm, not mocking.
MAFIA BOSS
If I didn't want to give you my time, I wouldn't be here right now.
Trust me—nothing matters more than making sure you're okay.
Her smile falters just a little. Something about the way he says it makes her chest tighten. She looks down at her lap, uncertain how to respond.
He leans in slightly, voice low and sincere.
MAFIA BOSS
You're not a trouble, Snowflake. You're…
a pause in the middle of the madness.
From the front seat, the driver subtly grins again but wisely keeps his mouth shut.
Snowflake finally glances at him, a blush rising in her cheeks.
SNOWFLAKE
You really say strange things sometimes...
MAFIA BOSS
(strangely tender)
That's because you're the first person I've wanted to say anything to… in a very long time.
The silence grows soft between them. Her fingers still curl around the medicine pouch, unsure of how to respond to his words.
Then—quietly, deliberately—he reaches into the inner pocket of his coat. Pulls out a sleek, matte black card with nothing but a golden crest embossed on it.
Without a word, he leans forward and places it gently in her lap.
Snowflake glances down. The card is mysterious—no name, no title… just that symbol. Royal, dangerous, beautiful.
SNOWFLAKE
(confused)
What's this?
MAFIA BOSS
A line… to me. Anytime. For anything.
She picks it up slowly, turning it over. There's a number on the back, and beneath it, just one word: "Always."
Her breath catches slightly.
SNOWFLAKE
That's... vague.
He smirks.
MAFIA BOSS
So am I.
She looks at him, almost nervously now. There's something deeper here—something she doesn't yet understand. But somehow, she isn't afraid. Just drawn in.
SNOWFLAKE
You're full of riddles.
MAFIA BOSS
Only until you're ready for answers.
EXT. SMALL APARTMENT STREET – NIGHT
The Rolls Royce pulls to a slow stop beneath a flickering streetlamp. A quiet lane—modest, familiar, peaceful. Snowflake opens the door gently, stepping out with the medicine and the mysterious black card in hand.
She pauses before closing the door, looking back at him.
SNOWFLAKE
Thanks… for everything.
Even if I still don't know your name.
MAFIA BOSS
One day, you will.
And when you do… I hope you don't walk away.
She holds his gaze for a moment—then slowly closes the door.
The car pulls away as she watches, the taillights disappearing into the misty night.
INT. HER ROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT
Snowflake sits on her bed, hair open now, a soft lamp glowing beside her. The medicine rests on the table. Her wrapped wrist aches, but her thoughts ache more.
She picks up the black card again, running her fingers over the gold crest.
She whispers to herself:
SNOWFLAKE
Who are you?
She doesn't dial the number. Not yet.
But she places it under her pillow… close enough to reach.
EXT. OUTSIDE SNOWFLAKE'S APARTMENT – EARLY MORNING
The sun is just rising, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet street.
Snowflake steps out onto her apartment porch, still nursing her wrist, when her eyes catch something at the doorstep.
A beautiful bouquet of deep red and black roses rests on the mat, tied with a sleek golden ribbon.
Next to it is a small black card, the same mysterious texture as the one from last night.
She picks up the card carefully and reads the simple note inside:
NOTE:
Hope you're doing good, Snowflake.
— Him
She looks around but sees no one.
A soft smile touches her lips as she holds the bouquet close.
SNOWFLAKE
(whispering)
He really knows how to make an impression...
She glances up the street, half expecting to see the Rolls Royce waiting in the distance — but it's gone.
Her fingers trace the petals gently, and a warm flutter stirs in her chest.
INT. SNOWFLAKE'S APARTMENT – MORNING
Snowflake gently places the bouquet into a sleek glass vase on her windowsill. The flowers brighten the room, their deep red and black hues striking against the soft morning light.
She takes out her phone, angles the bouquet perfectly, and snaps a photo.
On her social media, she types a message with a small smile:
"Hope to see you."
She hesitates a moment before hitting 'post,' then sets the phone down, her eyes lingering on the flowers.
Outside, the city hums awake — but inside, the air feels charged with quiet anticipation.
INT. MAFIA BOSS'S LUXURIOUS STUDY – MORNING
The Mafia Boss lounges in a leather chair, scrolling through his phone with a calm, unreadable expression.
Suddenly, a notification pops up — a message from his florist.
He opens it. The florist's text reads:
FLORIST (TEXT):
Boss, just saw a woman's post on social media — same flowers you ordered this morning.
Turns out she's someone I supply to at her office too.
The boss smirks slightly, eyes narrowing as he taps the screen to see the photo she posted.
He leans back, the faintest trace of a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
MAFIA BOSS
(softly)
So, you are watching me back.
He pockets the phone and stands, a new resolve in his posture.
The Mafia Boss picks up his phone again, fingers hovering thoughtfully.
With a slight smirk, he opens the social media app and sends a friend/follow/request to Snowflake's profile.
He adds no message — just the silent invitation, letting curiosity do the rest.
Leaning back, he watches the screen with quiet confidence.
MAFIA BOSS
Let's see if you're ready to come closer.