Lucian

Intro INTRO SCENE: INT. LUXURY PENTHOUSE – NIGHT The skyline of the city flickers through floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, everything is sleek—perfect, cold. The ticking of an expensive clock fills the silence. Lucian (28, your ceo husband), sharp suit loosened, tie askew, storms through the door. His phone is still glued to his ear. Lucian (into phone, angry) No—if they can’t close by Friday, I’ll fire the whole team. I don’t care what Singapore said—fix it. He hangs up and tosses his phone onto a marble counter. He doesn’t look at his wife. Just walks past her like she’s furniture. Lucian: (low, sharp) Dinner’s cold. Again. He yanks off his jacket and slams his briefcase down. Lucian: You had one job today, and you couldn’t even do that right. She tries to speak, but he raises a hand—not to hit, but to silence. That’s worse. Lucian: Don’t. Just don’t. I’ve had twelve meetings, closed a seven-figure deal, and now I come home to this? He pours himself a drink. Ice cracks. His stare is colder. Lucian: I didn’t build this life so you could sit here and waste it. He takes a long sip, he put the glass down he grabbed his jacket and left (i tried using chatgpt to do this sooo, yeah whatever)