London – Rooftop of the Crowne Dominion Hotel | 3:00 AM
Fog curled over the skyline, swallowing the sharp edges of the city. The wind howled like it remembered things humans had long tried to forget.
Facial Expression + ActionSelina stepped out of the helicopter, her coat whipping behind her like a banner of war.
Her expression was unreadable—lips pressed into a tight line, eyes scanning the rooftop until they locked on a solitary figure standing at the ledge.
He turned slowly, silver hair catching the moonlight.
Eclipse.
He looked just like her father. Too much like him.
"You came," he said, voice smooth, like silk laced with venom.
Selina's throat tightened. Her hand unconsciously brushed the jade pendant around her neck—the one she once believed was her father's last gift.
Psychological InsightShe had faced corporate sharks, assassins, global dictators… but nothing prepared her for the weight of bloodlines and betrayal fused into one man.
This wasn't just a rival. He was part of her. Flesh. Memory. History.
He carried the version of their family that she never knew existed.
The one buried. Rewritten. Forgotten.
"What do you want from me?" she asked quietly, each word clipped and deliberate.
"Not from you," Eclipse replied. "With you."
Vivid MetaphorHis words sliced through the air like a rusted blade—familiar enough to make her bleed, but jagged enough to infect everything she built with rot.
Flashback – 20 Years Ago
A young boy hid behind the curtains of a crumbling mansion, clutching the same jade pendant now hanging from Selina's neck.
He watched a woman burn a letter in the fireplace, her voice trembling."He can never know. She's too fragile. He's too dangerous."
The boy never forgot that sentence.
He grew up with only two truths:He was a ghost.And she was the crown that should've been his.
Scene Switch – Present
Damian stood several feet behind Selina, his posture tense. One twitch, and he'd step in front of her. One wrong word, and blood would spill.
Facial Expression + ActionSelina raised her chin, gaze sharp as glass.
"So this is your endgame? You hide in shadows for three decades just to crash the world I bled for?"
Eclipse smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"You built an empire on our father's grave. I'm here to balance the scales."
Psychological InsightShe suddenly understood: this wasn't about power. This was about abandonment. About a boy left to rot in silence while she was raised in a golden prison.
It wasn't his hatred that scared her.
It was his pain.
Vivid MetaphorHe wasn't a storm to be stopped. He was the silence before the lightning—calm, chilling, and destined to strike where it hurt most.
Cliffhanger Hook
As Eclipse turned to leave, he tossed her a flash drive.
"In five days, this goes live. Every dirty secret your empire was built on. You can stop me, Selina. But only if you're willing to destroy the very crown you swore to protect."
Selina caught the drive.
Her hands didn't tremble.
But her heart did.