🎬 EPISODE 1 – OPENING SCENE
LOVE ME, FIND ME, LEAVE ME
"The show where fame meets family, and not everyone survives with both."
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[Opening shot: A sweeping aerial view of a luxurious hotel nestled on the outskirts of the city, cloaked in soft morning mist. The skyline glows golden under the rising sun. A faint upbeat melody plays—light, but charged with anticipation.]
[Live comment stream begins to scroll across the screen like a hologram:]
> 💬 "AHHH IT'S FINALLY STARTINGGG 🔥🔥🔥🔥"
💬 "If my bias doesn't show up in five minutes I'm flipping my couch"
💬 "Even if this show makes NO sense, I just need to see his FACE 😭"
💬 "Aiden Hwan as the host?? Visuals already lethal 😭😭😭"
💬 "Honestly they could film paint drying but if Aiden narrates? I'm watching."
💬 "They better give me heartbreak, scandal, and slow-mo edits or I'm suing."
💬 "Someone said Aiden's EX might be in the cast?? Yes PLEASE."
💬 "If they can afford him, the cast's gonna be insane 🔥"
💬 "Wait they're already talking about tasks?? We haven't even seen the cast?? 😭"
💬 "This show isn't playing around—chaos from the jump lmaoo"
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[Scene shifts: The front of the hotel. Red banners embroidered with gold sway gently. A massive digital screen flashes the title: "LOVE ME. FIND ME. LEAVE ME." Elegant. Ironic. Slightly terrifying.]
[A lone figure strolls into frame. Coat fluttering in the breeze. Slow motion. Lens flare. Dramatic lighting. Cue heartbeat-like music drop.]
Reveal: AIDEN HWAN. Late 20s. Lethally attractive. Black turtleneck, tan trench coat, eyes full of mischief.
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Aiden Hwan (grinning like a fox):
> "Welcome... to Love Me, Find Me, Leave Me—the show that brings people closer... or rips them apart. Gently. Maybe."
"You've been waiting. Lighting candles. Stalking our socials. DMing our editors for spoilers."
[leans in] "Well… I'm here now."
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[Comment section explodes.]
> 💬 "WHO gave him permission to be this fine 💀💀💀"
💬 "He could ruin my life and I'd thank him"
💬 "No lies detected: Aiden is the show"
💬 "The drama hasn't even started and I'm already emotionally unstable"
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Aiden (winks):
> "You want chaos. Drama. Tears. Regret.
…Good. You're in the right place."
[He raises one hand slowly, counting off on his fingers.]
> "One..."
"Two..."
[Camera lens suddenly blacks out like a curtain falling]
"Three—"
[The screen clears to show him in full-body, arms outstretched like he's presenting a masterpiece.]
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Aiden (playfully smug):
> "Tsk, you didn't think I'd give you the cast that easily, did you?
Don't be greedy. Suspense is a dish best served slowly."
[He strolls toward the grand hotel steps, leans against the railing dramatically.]
> "Twelve contestants. Some are parents.
Some brought their kids.
Some didn't bring anything but baggage and trauma."
> "Before they reach the real location—yes, this glamorous hotel is only temporary—they must prove one thing:
That they're ready."
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Aiden (smirk returns):
> "Today, you'll only meet three of them.
Three beautiful, brilliant, probably emotionally unstable contestants."
> "Their task? Unexpected."
"Their reactions? Mildly humiliating."
"Their reward? …A mystery, even to me."
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Aiden (lowers his voice conspiratorially):
> "So stay tuned. Our anonymous task team is about to throw them their first trial.
A puzzle so evil, even I wasn't allowed to see it…
Or maybe I was. Who's gonna check?"
[The wind picks up. The banners snap louder.]
> "The task will be shown when the episodes aired for now enjoy the live stream
The puzzle's waiting.
The clock's ticking.
Let's see who arrives first."
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🎬 [Logo fades in again.]
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[Comment stream fires up again as ambient lo-fi plays in the background:]
> 💬 "BROOO THEY HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED AND IT'S ALREADY SPICY 😭"
💬 "This puzzle better be wild, I want screaming and crying by episode 2"
💬 "Whoever made the tasks is going to heaven for this level of chaos"
💬 "Imagine solving trauma and puzzles on live TV 💀"
💬 "This is not your average dating show. This is psychological warfare."
💬 "I bet Keira Moon's gonna SLAY if she's cast 😤"
💬 "I hope Minho Lu shows up—he's literally my emotional support human"
💬 "Let my girl Bella Vee on this show, she'd burn it down and smile"
💬 "Where's Ezra Lee when we need him??"
💬 "This show might actually kill me, and I'm okay with that."
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Scene Title: The First House – A Quiet Storm
The camera shook slightly as the crew stepped onto the pebbled path leading to the first contestant's house. The sky was clear, birds chirping in the distance, the kind of quiet reserved for places far removed from city chaos. The cameraman, Eliot, adjusted the focus as they reached the porch. Just as the announcer lifted his hand to knock, the door creaked open.
A tall, lean man in glasses stood there, his eyes calm but unreadable.
From behind him, a lively voice chirped, "Come in, come in! Baby, these are the show people!"
A woman peeked out, her short curls bouncing with energy. She waved them in without hesitation.
"Everyone, this is my husband, Dr. Adrian Vellance. And I'm Lyla. Lyla Vellance," she beamed, her tone playful but composed.
The camera panned through the house slowly, taking in the warm, inviting interior. Bookshelves lined the living room walls, filled with thick volumes and papers, the scent of aged pages hanging in the air.
"Looks like Mrs. Vellance is a big reader," the announcer, Milo, remarked with a teasing tone.
"Oh, stop it! You'll make me laugh," Lyla chuckled as she led them to the living room. "These books are Adrian's. He's a doctor—department director—and a professor at Wysteria Crown University. He gives lectures, writes articles, volunteers at hospitals... the whole perfect-man package. I just like fresh air and quiet. It keeps me sane."
"You used to love chaos, though, didn't you?" Milo said with a sly grin, sitting down opposite them. "You were almost a diva, then suddenly you disappeared. Changed your mind about the spotlight? Or was it because of pressure—from him, maybe? Or his family? You seem... proud of his achievements."
The camera caught Lyla's smile as it faltered just slightly, her lips tightening for the briefest moment before stretching into a graceful curve again.
She laughed. "Everyone thinks I chose him for his money, huh? Funny how people love their own assumptions. I didn't explain because... why should I? It's my life. Him being wealthy? That's a bonus. And my in-laws? Adorable people. As for this show—why not? Peace is good. But a little fun before heading back to peace? Even better."
She winked directly at the camera. Eliot zoomed in, catching the sparkle in her eyes.
Milo leaned forward, voice silky. "Or... is it because you wanted the spotlight again? You started livestreaming, acting all influencer-ish. Lavish vacations, luxury hauls... now, a variety show. Word is, you're even opening a store. Trying to reclaim fame? Or are you just a rich housewife now, spending hubby's cash?"
Her smile vanished. The room tensed.
Adrian reached over and pulled her closer with one arm, his other resting casually on the sofa's armrest. He looked at Milo, his voice calm but cutting.
"If she doesn't spend my money, who should? You? I'm participating too. So should we say I want attention as well?"
Milo blinked. "O-of course not! I mean—I care about her. She's family to the audience, after all."
"I've got crazy fans," Lyla added with a polite smile. "Not saying you're crazy, of course. Just doing your job, right?"
Eliot's camera zoomed in on Milo, catching his awkward laugh. (In the final cut, the editing team would insert a flash frame of him in a torn shirt with "CRAZY" scrawled across it.)
Milo quickly stood, pulling out three custom-branded drinks from a bag.
"Let's toast—to a good show!"
Adrian took the drink without blinking. Lyla lifted hers. They tapped cups gently before sipping.
"So, when do we head to the filming spot?" Adrian asked after a pause, his voice light but his gaze sharp.
"Very soon," Milo replied, grinning. Too wide.
Minutes passed as Milo tossed them light-hearted questions. Lyla bantered easily, Adrian's responses more reserved. Then, Eliot's camera caught something—Adrian, casually glancing at the table. Then again. Then he leaned forward, staring at the logo printed on the drink's cup.
Silence.
"Where did you get this drink from?" Adrian asked, voice level but eyes narrowed.
"A hotel," Milo answered, hesitating. "Close to the filming area."
Adrian raised a brow. "Really? A hotel near the city's edge? That's quite the detour. Must've been exhausting."
He pulled out his phone and made a call without another word, his tone cool and clipped. The room watched in quiet tension.
After hanging up, he leaned back and crossed his legs.
"Interesting. That hotel hasn't had guests all week. You went there just for a drink?"
Before Milo could answer, Lyla leaned in. "Is that... where we're heading?"
As soon as she spoke, sparkling lights shot up from hidden corners of the room—pops of confetti and glitter. Eliot nearly dropped the camera.
"You got it!" Milo announced, standing. "Congratulations. You're the first to solve the hidden clue!"
Lyla's eyes widened. "Wait. So what if we hadn't figured it out?"
"Well... you'd have marks deducted. Too many deductions, and you get eliminated," Milo said cheerfully.
Adrian stood, brushing imaginary dust from his slacks. "Since we have time before leaving—why don't you clean up your sparkles? Bit rude to mess up someone's living room, no?"
Lyla folded her arms and tilted her head. "We're friends now, right? That means you clean your own mess."
Eliot's camera caught the tension in Milo's stiff grin as he glanced at the glitter-covered floor. Then it zoomed slowly—first to Adrian's cool smirk, then to Lyla's raised brow, and finally back to Milo's sweat-beaded forehead.
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[Back to the Livestream]
The screen blinked to life in a dazzle of swirling colors, and a familiar face greeted the viewers with a mischievous grin.
"Welcome back! Did you miss me?" Aiden beamed, leaning into the camera with a wink. The LED panels behind him pulsed with electric blue light, signaling something big.
A murmur echoed through the virtual comment box as fans realized what it meant.
> ❖ [Blue Light ON] ❖
💬 "Wait—the blue light's on already?!"
💬 "No way it took someone a long time to solve it!"
💬 "Twelve minutes?? What kind of monster brutal logic puzzle is this that it took twelve minutes??"
💬 "It better be my idol. I'm manifesting!"
💬 "Please air the first episode already—I NEED to see how they solved it!"
Aiden gave a dramatic twirl, one hand pressed to his earpiece. "Ladies and gentlemen… and chaotic souls watching from their phones under the blanket—our first successful couple has solved the entry puzzle in just under twelve minutes!"
A ripple of suspense stretched through the air. A spotlight cut across the stage, the doors sliding open with a smooth mechanical hum.
And then—
Gasps filled the studio. Even Aiden took a step back, clutching his chest.
"Wait—wait a second—is that…" He squinted, his mouth falling open. "No. Way. If it isn't my senior! The queen of heartbreaks herself—Lyla?!"
> 💬 "LYLA?? THE LYLA?!"
💬 "My QUEEN is BACK??!!!"
💬 "Omg the icon herself I'm CRYING"
💬 "She was supposed to be on hiatus "
💬 "Ugh they're bringing rich people now? We lost."
💬 "Why are they acting like it's a drama scene? LOL Aiden's so dramatic"
💬 "Don't care, my queen is feeding me content again 😩🙇♀️"
Lyla stepped forward in heels that made no sound, her presence so sharp it could slice open memories. Her sleek black outfit hugged her figure like it had been tailored by fate itself. Beside her stood a tall man in a minimalist suit, understated yet polished—Adrian, her husband.
Aiden staggered forward in mock heartbreak, pressing a trembling hand to his chest.
"Have… Have my eyes deceived me? Is this not the same Lyla who once made half the nation cry over a single scene in Fading Summer?" He turned to the camera, dramatically blinking back tears. "It's been what—three years? My life just got rewound."
Lyla chuckled, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You know," Aiden said slyly, stepping closer with a grin, "when I was younger, I made a pact with the universe—I was supposed to be your husband. But alas, someone beat me to it…" He flicked a glance at Adrian. "So tell me, between me and your husband, which did you really choose?"
He leaned in playfully, as if expecting a scandalous secret.
"My husband," Lyla said without missing a beat, slipping her arm around Adrian's waist. Adrian, ever calm, responded by wrapping his hand around hers.
The live chat erupted.
> 💬 "Ahhhh the way she said that 😭 power couple energy!"
💬 "That should've been ME, I would've never let her go back to the cave 😤"
💬 "Adrian you better treat her like royalty or we riot."
💬 "Not Aiden flirting live like it's fanfic 😭"
💬 "Why is this more romantic than half the dramas I watch 😩"
Aiden clutched his heart again and staggered back with a wounded groan. "My poor heart—it's shattered! But I won't cry. Not here. Not in front of these lights."
Regaining composure, he gestured them forward. "So tell us—why did you decide to join the show? And what do you expect?"
"Well," Lyla said, her voice effortlessly charming, "I thought it'd be fun. A chance to spend time with my hubby, soak in the spotlight before I retreat into my cave to focus on my new store… And honestly?" She glanced at Aiden with a smirk. "Those questions Milo asked us before we solved the puzzle? Whew. That told me this show isn't just going to be fun—it's going to be dramatic and chaotic."
"I'm ready for the task," she said with a wink. "Born to slay—with my hubby, of course."
> 💬 "This show already has storyline, chemistry, AND elegance??"
💬 "Slay queen. Born to slay. Crown her."
💬 "Her and Adrian radiate billionaire drama energy. I feel broke."
💬 "I'm here for the chaos. If Lyla says it's gonna be dramatic, I'm LOCKED IN."
💬 "Please Aiden stop looking like you're in a historical romance drama LMAO"
"Well, it seems your husband is the quiet type," Aiden teased, "why don't you just ditch him and choose me?"
Adrian finally smiled, his voice soft but firm. "My wife's already taken. And honestly, she says it better than I ever could—so I'll let her lead."
Aiden sighed dramatically. "Suffering. I'm suffering live on camera."
He clapped his hands once and gestured to the glowing frame behind them. "As today's task winner, you two get first pick of the rooms. Everything you need will be provided—and as a bonus, you're exempt from the next task."
Lyla and Adrian bowed politely before exiting to the cheers of the crowd and the explosion of emojis across the screen.
> 💬 "FIRST PARTICIPANTS LOCKED IN LET'S GOOOOO"
💬 "Room reveal when?? I wanna see what they choose!"
💬 "Already iconic. This show's gonna EAT."
💬 "If former actresses and rich elites are joining, imagine who else 👀"
💬 "I'm still waiting for MY idol. Manifesting HARD."
Aiden turned back to the camera, dramatically wiping a nonexistent tear. "Well, my heart's in pieces, my handsomeness has taken a hit, and I've already lost a wife. But the show must go on!"
He grinned. "That's it for today's livestream—but tomorrow, the first official episode airs, and trust me—you do not want to miss the full scene of that puzzle challenge. See you then!"
> 💬 "TEASE 😭 just air the episode already!"
💬 "Aiden stop being dramatic 😭 but also don't stop."
💬 "I'm obsessed. I'm staying up to watch it live."
A pink light lit up the stage.
"Looks like our second contestants have solved the puzzle! Who will it be?" Aiden paused, drawing out the suspense. "Let's count down together: one… two… three—nah, kidding, still me." He chuckled, tossing his cue card playfully before clearing his throat. "Okay, for real this time—let me introduce them properly."
He gestured toward the glowing entrance as dramatic music swelled.
Out walked Mia, and the room instantly held its breath.
She was a vision—dressed like a Mafia queen and a runway baddie in one. Her black button-down gown clung to her figure like liquid silk, slit high enough to show off one long, sculpted leg. Her siren-hazel eyes were framed by thick, curled lashes, her makeup flawless—a glossy pink lip, sharp contour, and a confidence that oozed with every sway of her hips. Her long, wavy hair shimmered like midnight velvet, cascading over her shoulders. A pair of diamond-studded sunglasses sat on her nose until she slid them off in slow motion, revealing a killer gaze and a jawline sharp enough to cut egos.
Beside her walked Mike—a boy so captivating it was almost unfair.
Dressed like a little prince with edge, he wore a white silk shirt with gold buttons tucked into perfectly tailored black pants. Over it, a miniature designer trench coat flared slightly as he moved. His cat-like hazel eyes glowed under the stage lights, and when he tilted his head to suck on a lollipop, the audience caught sight of the sexy mole beneath his left eye, his soft red lips, and the cutest dimple when he gave a lazy half-smile. He looked like a cherubic angel who stepped out of a Renaissance painting—lazy, charming, and dangerous to hearts.
Mia catwalked inside like she owned the world, while Mike mirrored her cool grace, sucking his lollipop with a casual tilt of his head.
Aiden blinked, then swallowed hard. "Wow… I… okay, I thought this was a contestant show, not a royal pageant. Is he a star already? And strong too?" He leaned down to Mike. "Little sir, who solved the puzzle between you two?"
Mike calmly pulled out his lollipop, tapped his chin with a finger, and raised a brow. "You mean saying the hotel's name?" he asked with a tone that implied obvious.
Aiden blinked. "Wait—so you solved it?"
Mike smiled knowingly. "If I tell you, where's the surprise in that? You should be patient, mister host. You'll see what happened when the episode airs, won't you?" he replied, talking like Aiden was a naughty pet, then popped the lollipop back into his mouth and scanned the room like he was bored.
Aiden's lips twitched. Was I just dismissed by a seven-year-old?
He turned to Mia. "So Miss Pretty, who is he to you? And, uh… can I get your number?" he joked.
Mia gave a soft laugh, blinking slowly. "My son. Can't you see the power of genes?" she said sweetly, her siren eyes now doe-like as she fluttered her lashes.
Aiden clutched his chest and blushed. "My heart—I'm being teased live on camera…"
"How was the task experience? How do you feel?" he asked quickly to recover.
Mia tilted her head and tapped her chin with her index finger—mirroring Mike's earlier gesture—except on her, it was both adorable and dangerously hot. For a second, her mafia queen persona melted into playful innocence.
"It was fun. The announcer's really nice. He paid all our bills," she said with a grin.
The camera whipped around to the announcer, whose eyes were glassy with regret—and beside him, the cameraman looked ready to cry.
Back to Mia and Mike—who wore faces of pure, weaponized innocence.
"Well, guess we'll only find out what really happened once the episode airs," Aiden chuckled as Mia and Mike turned to leave.
Mike grabbed his backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and lifted his luggage in the other hand like it weighed nothing. He walked like he was heading to a royal suite.
Mia picked up her luggage and followed, hips swaying, exuding the energy of a queen claiming her throne.
"Damn…" Aiden exhaled, placing a hand over his chest. "Is it bad if I want to watch this episode more than anyone else?"
The livestream exploded into chaos.
> "I licked my screen, not sorry."
"He's my son now. I claim him."
"That kid is a heartbreaker already. Lazy, charming angel from a painting!"
"Face card? That thing will never decline."
"Mia's a sculpture. Greek goddess reloaded."
"They got picked for looks. Period."
"If we're adding pretty vases, my idol better be next!"
"Wait—isn't Mia that mistress? She shouldn't be here."
"Leave her alone! I was a Mia fan before her ban. She's the dance queen!"
"She's the one they said got a man to give his son's eyes to her kid… is that true??"
"No way. This is going to be dramatic. Let's gooo!"
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