Her husband stood there, cold and untouchable, as if the entire room belonged to him.
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Chapter 2 / 5
Version 2 – Crimson Elegance (Overhead Tracking Shot)
From above, the camera glides across a glittering ballroom—then stops abruptly on chaos. A woman in a deep red silk gown lies on the marble, blood staining her cheek. A man in a white dinner jacket stands over her, laughing.
“Pathetic. You deserved worse.”
She stares up, defiant despite the pain.
“You just destroyed yourself.”
The doors behind them explode open—the camera drops fast as a man in a dark grey trench coat over formalwear charges in like a storm.
Impact.
A savage punch launches the attacker backward onto the table—crystal shatters in slow motion.
The rescuer yanks him upright.
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“Who are you?!”
He tightens his grip, voice razor-sharp:
“I’m the consequence you never saw coming… and tonight, you pay in full.”
