"In the ruins of pleasure, truth waits with a blade."
Ava's Penthouse — 2:47 AM
The city outside was a blur of gold and black. But inside her penthouse suite, sin wrote itself slowly against satin sheets.
Damien's hands slid over her hips, worshiping her like she was a temple built to be ruined. Ava gasped beneath him, her back arching as his mouth pressed along her collarbone, down to the curve of her waist. Her fame never existed between them in that bed—only raw, pulsing heat and the way her name broke in his throat like prayer.
But tonight, it wasn't ruthless.
It wasn't pain.
It was desperate.
He kissed her like a man who knew he had no right.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, whispering his name, again and again, softer, broken—Damien… Damien.
And when she came apart in his arms, trembling, she whispered,
"Why does it still feel like you're going to leave me bleeding?"
Damien didn't answer.
He just kissed her forehead.
Held her tighter.
And watched her fall asleep—naked, famous, and completely his.
But when she drifted off…
He rose from the bed.
Crossed her penthouse barefoot, silent, and opened her walk-in closet like he'd done it a thousand times.
Inside, he reached behind her favorite Oscar gown.
Pulled out a locked black box.
One she never told him about.
One she thought no one knew existed.
He typed a code—1133.
It clicked open.
Inside: photos. Old ones. A cathedral. A man in robes. A young Ava—eyes haunted even then.
A ring with the symbol of a bleeding eye.
Damien took the ring.
Snapped a photo of the contents.
And walked back to bed.
Morning — Headlines & Lies
Ava woke to a dozen missed calls.
Her agent. Her manager. Vogue. A morning host begging for an exclusive.
But she didn't care.
Because on her bedside table was a note.
Damien's handwriting.
"I'm not who you think I am.
But neither are you."
Her blood turned cold.
Somewhere Else — A Hidden Room
A man with a scar down his jaw stood in a chamber surrounded by relics and surveillance screens.
He watched Ava, watched Damien, watched the ring now missing from her closet.
He spoke into an old phone line, voice full of venom.
"She has the blood. But he has the memory."
A woman's voice replied from the other end. Soft, elegant, poisonous.
"Then break the boy.
Make her remember.
We'll burn the world to resurrect the truth."
That Night — Ava's Flashbacks Begin
During a red carpet appearance, Ava sees a man in the crowd—white eyes, bleeding tattoo on his neck.
And just like that—
She hears an organ playing.
Smells blood and roses.
Feels a child's hand in hers—hers—dragging someone down cathedral steps as fire licked the walls.
She stumbles.
Damien catches her from the crowd.
Reporters swarm.
Photos flash.
The world sees a dramatic save.
But Ava?
She sees a memory she's never had.
And Damien…
He looks terrified.
Last Scene — Ava Alone in Her Dressing Room
She tears off the diamond necklace.
Stares into the mirror.
Her reflection flickers. For a heartbeat—her eyes are pure white. The same as the man she saw.
A whisper curls through the air—her own voice.
"Do you remember what you did to him, Ava?
Do you remember how he begged you?"
She screams.
Throws the mirror.
And from the shattered glass, one piece still flickers—not with her face.
But with a younger her.
Covered in blood.
Smiling.
Cliffhanger:
Back in her penthouse, Damien places the stolen ring on his finger. His phone buzzes.
A message from the unnamed number.
"You took the ring.
Good.
Now choose—love her…
Or unleash her."