EXT. CITY STREET – EVENING
Cold breeze blows. Snowflake, cheeks flushed hair loose, runs across the street in red leather skirt and heels. A black Rolls Royce cruises slowly beside her. Inside, the MAFIA BOSS watches intently through dark shades.
MAFIA BOSS
(soft smirk, rolling down window)
Careful, beautiful — this city's no place for someone like you to run. But maybe… I could be the reason you don't have to.
Snowflake gives a slight, knowing smile and keeps moving. She accidentally bumps into a BAD BOY — tough, dangerous, the rival.
BAD BOY
(stepping back, eyes narrowing)
Watch where you're going.
The Mafia Boss's eyes flick between Snowflake and the Bad Boy, voice low, warning.
MAFIA BOSS
(quiet, intense)
Careful where you wander, Snowflake. In this city, every step has a cost... and some paths lead straight into the fire.
Bad Boy shoots a dark glare. Snowflake stands still, caught between the two dangerous worlds.
BAD BOY
(smirking, leaning closer)
Looks like trouble follows you around, huh? Maybe you belong in my world, not his.
Snowflake glances nervously at the Mafia Boss, then back at the Bad Boy.
SNOWFLAKE
(whispering)
I… I don't want trouble. I just want to survive.
The Mafia Boss's gaze sharpens, a silent warning in his eyes.
MAFIA BOSS
(low, commanding)
Survival isn't given, Snowflake. It's taken. Choose your company wisely.
EXT. CITY STREET – EVENING
The tension hangs thick as the Bad Boy's smirk lingers. Snowflake's eyes dart between the two men — heart pounding, adrenaline surging.
Without a word, she spins on her heel, hair flowing wildly as she runs away down the street, heels clicking sharply against the pavement.
The cold breeze catches her loose hair, draping it over her face as she escapes the dangerous gaze of both the Mafia Boss and the Bad Boy.
Inside the black Rolls Royce, the Mafia Boss watches her disappear into the night, a storm brewing behind his calm exterior.
EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
Snowflake's heels echo as she runs, breaths quick and shallow. The city lights blur around her, but she doesn't stop.
Behind her, the black Rolls Royce's engine roars to life. The Mafia Boss steps out, coat swirling, eyes burning with a mix of frustration and something softer.
MAFIA BOSS
(calling after her, voice low but urgent)
Snowflake... running won't keep you safe. Not from me, not from him.
He strides forward, determination in every step. But she's already fading into the shadows.
The night swallows her whole, and the cold breeze whispers secrets only the city knows.
EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
The Mafia Boss stands alone, watching the spot where Snowflake vanished. The cold breeze tousles his coat.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, worn photo — but it's not hers.
He frowns, realizing for the first time... he doesn't even know her real name.
MAFIA BOSS
(muttering to himself)
Snowflake... but who are you really?
His gaze sharpens, determination deepening. This mystery just became personal.