Version 1 – Black Tie Fury (Low-Angle Cinematic Shot)
The camera opens low to the marble floor, tilted slightly—glass shards glint under warm chandelier light. A blonde woman in a champagne satin gown lies sprawled, blood streaking from her lip. Towering above her, a man in a velvet black tuxedo jacket smirks.
“You had that coming,” he sneers.
She wipes blood from her mouth, eyes burning.
“This isn’t over. You just signed your own sentence.”
Before he can respond—BOOM—the double doors slam open. The camera whip-pans as a broad-shouldered man in a charcoal three-piece suit storms in.
No hesitation. One brutal punch.
The tuxedoed man crashes onto the dining table—plates explode, wine splashes like blood.
The newcomer grabs him by the collar, dragging him up.
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“W–who the hell are you?!”
He leans in, voice cold and lethal:
“I’m the call she was too scared to make… and I don’t give second chances.”
