Title: The Billionaire Mafia Boy is Obsessed With Me

Created by: Janelle/ Jaja

PROTAGONIST & MAIN LEAD

- Lilith – The central character, a young woman who believes she’s just a regular college student making ends meet by selling ukay-ukay items.

- Draco Caspian – The main lead, a billionaire mafia heir who has been watching Lilith for months, seeing in her the only person who views him as human rather than a powerful figure.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS

- Mira – Lilith’s best friend, who stands by her and helps her face challenges head-on.

- Yarian – A trusted friend of Lilith and Mira, with a natural intimidating presence.

- Mich – Another close friend who is eager to be part of Lilith’s journey.

KEY ANTAGONISTS/RIVALS

- Axil – Draco’s loyal right-hand man.

- Rixx – The operator of the mafia’s underground tech ring.

- Cloe – A character who attempts to frame Lilith in order to gain Draco’s attention.

THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA BOY IS OBSESSED WITH ME

 (page 1)

[FIRST PAGE - OPENING SCENE]

The humid air of Taytay, Rizal clings to everything – the faded denim jackets stacked on Lilith’s folding table, the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, even the crumpled fifty-peso bills she tucks into her worn canvas pouch. It’s four in the afternoon on a Wednesday, and the ukay-ukay section of the public market buzzes with the shouts of vendors, the rustle of plastic bags, and the distant honk of jeepneys.

Lilith Reyes (19) runs her fingers over a vintage band shirt – its print faded to soft gray, but the stitching still strong. She holds it up to the light, calculating if she can ask for thirty pesos or if twenty is more realistic. That’s when she feels it.

A weight on her back. Not heavy enough to push her forward, but sharp enough to make her shoulders tense. Like someone’s holding a blade just inches from her skin – cold, silent, and impossible to ignore.

She doesn’t turn around. Instead, she folds the shirt carefully, sets it on top of her pile, and calls out to the woman browsing her rack.

LILITH

That one’s cotton – lasts twice as long as the polyester stuff they sell at the mall.

The woman nods, digging into her purse. Lilith lets her eyes scan the crowd out of the corner of her vision – vendors hawking fish and vegetables, kids chasing each other through the aisles, a group of young men in matching black shirts leaning against a nearby wall. One of them is staring right at her.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Dressed in a crisp white button-down that looks completely out of place in the dusty market. His dark hair is pushed back from his face, and his eyes – dark as espresso – don’t blink as they hold hers. Even from ten feet away, she can see the scar that cuts through his left eyebrow, thin as a thread.

The woman hands her a twenty-peso coin. Lilith drops it into her pouch, her fingers brushing against the small can of pepper spray she keeps tucked inside. When she looks up again, the man is gone.

“Lilith!”

Mira pushes through the crowd, holding two plastic cups of iced sago’t gulaman. She sets one down on the table, her eyes following Lilith’s gaze.

MIRA

You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?

Lilith shakes her head, picking up the cup and taking a long sip. The sweet, cold drink slides down her throat, but the feeling of being watched doesn’t fade.

LILITH

Nothing. Just… thought I recognized someone.

Across the market, hidden behind a stack of wooden crates, Draco Caspian watches her laugh as Mira tells her a joke. He pulls out his phone, taps a single message to his right-hand man:

She’s real. Keep an eye on her – but don’t let her notice.

He slips the phone back into his pocket and steps out of the shadows, already planning when he’ll see her again.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of haggling and folding clothes, but Lilith can’t shake the chill that ran down her spine earlier. Every time a shadow falls across her table, her shoulders tense up, only to relax when it’s just another customer or a stray cat darting by.

By six o’clock, the sun begins to dip, painting the sky in shades of orange and violet. The market starts to quiet down, vendors packing up their wares for the day.

MIRA

Uy, are you walking home alone? I can wait for you if you want.

Mira helps her fold the last of the shirts, stacking them neatly into large sacks. Lilith forces a smile, shaking her head. She doesn’t want to worry her friend, and besides, she’s walked these streets since she was a kid. She knows every corner, every shortcut.

LILITH

No, it’s okay. I live just up the hill. Besides, I need to drop by the bakery before they close. I promised Lola I’d buy pandesal for dinner.

MIRA

Suit yourself. But text me when you get home, ha?

They hug goodbye, and Lilith hoists the heavy sack onto her shoulder. It digs into her skin, but she’s used to the weight. It’s the weight of helping pay the bills, of putting food on the table.

She takes the familiar route—past the basketball court, down the narrow alleyways where laundry hangs like colorful flags between the houses. The air smells of charcoal and cooking oil, the scent of every neighborhood in Taytay.

But tonight, the noise feels too loud, and the silence feels too heavy.

She glances over her shoulder. Empty. She walks faster. The sound of her own footsteps seems to echo, but then she hears it—another set of footsteps. Heavy. Rhythmic. Matching her pace.

Don’t panic, Lilith thinks. Just people going home.

She turns a sharp corner, intending to cut through a shorter path, but stops dead in her tracks.

Leaning against a rusted gate, blocking her way, is the man from the market.

He’s no longer ten feet away. He’s right there. Up close, he looks even bigger, even more intimidating. The white shirt is now rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms marked with faint ink and scars that tell stories she doesn’t want to know. The scar on his eyebrow is more defined in the fading light, giving him a dangerous, roguish look.

The air between them seems to crackle. He doesn’t say a word. He just looks at her, his dark eyes drinking her in like she’s something precious he’s finally found.

Lilith steps back, her hand instinctively going to her pouch, fingers wrapping around the can of pepper spray.

LILITH

Who are you? What do you want?

Her voice comes out steadier than she feels. The man pushes off the gate and takes a step forward. He moves with the grace of a predator—slow, deliberate, and unstoppable.

DRACO

(Voice low, smooth, like velvet over gravel)

You don’t need to be afraid, mahal.*

He says the endearment so naturally, so possessively, that it makes her skin prickle.

DRACO

I just wanted to introduce myself properly. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on.

Lilith grips the pepper spray tighter, ready to spray, but he moves faster than she can blink. In a split second, he’s standing inches from her, one hand pinning her against the wall beside her head, caging her in. His face is so close she can smell the expensive scent of his cologne—mixing strangely with the smell of the street.

DRACO

(Whispering)

My name is Draco. Draco Caspian. And you... you belong to me.

THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA BOY IS OBSESSED WITH ME

PAGE 3

Time seems to freeze. The sounds of the neighborhood—the distant barking of dogs, the hum of electric fans, the laughter from a nearby house—fade into the background. All Lilith can hear is the frantic beating of her own heart, hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She squeezes her eyes shut for a second, mustering every ounce of courage she has. She is Lilith Reyes. She fights for every peso, she carries heavy sacks, she takes care of her family. She does not scare easily.

LILITH

Belong to you? Who do you think you are? This isn’t some movie!

She raises her hand, aiming the small canister directly at his face, her finger hovering over the nozzle.

LILITH

Get out of my way or I swear, I’ll spray you! I’m not afraid to use this!

Draco doesn’t even flinch. If anything, the corner of his lips twitches upward into a dark, amused smirk. He finds her fire intoxicating. He leans in even closer, his nose almost brushing against hers, completely disregarding the weapon in her hand.

DRACO

(Chuckles lowly)

Feisty. I like it. It makes you real.

He slowly lifts his hand, not to hurt her, but to gently capture her wrist holding the spray. His grip is firm, unyielding, but not painful. He easily lowers her hand down, as if she weighs nothing more than a feather.

DRACO

Go ahead. Spray me. But I promise you, mahal, even if you blind me, I’ll still find my way back to you.

His words send a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with the cool evening breeze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming—dark, possessive, and burning with an obsession that scares her more than his strength does.

LILITH

You’re crazy... You’re absolutely crazy.

DRACO

Crazy for you.

He releases her wrist only to brush his thumb against her cheek, wiping away a smudge of dust she didn’t know was there. His touch is surprisingly warm, and incredibly gentle compared to his intimidating frame.

DRACO

You work too hard, liit. Carrying heavy things... walking in the heat... it’s not good for you.

Lilith stares at him, bewildered.

LILITH

How do you... have you been watching me?

Draco leans his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling her scent—a mixture of cheap detergent, sunshine, and something uniquely her.

DRACO

I’ve been looking for you for a very long time. And now that I found you... I’m never letting you go.

Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle engine roars to life nearby, followed by the flashing of headlights cutting through the dim alley. Three big bikes pull up, their riders wearing the same black shirts Lilith saw earlier.

Draco pulls away from her, the intimate moment shattered instantly as his entire demeanor shifts. The softness vanishes, replaced instantly by the cold, hard authority of a leader.

He turns his back to her, facing his men.

DRACO

(Voice cold and commanding)

Bring the car around. And make sure the path is clear.

One of the men nods frantically, bowing his head slightly. "Yes, Boss."

Draco looks back at her one last time over his shoulder. The dangerous glint is back in his eyes.

DRACO

Go home, Lilith. Rest. But remember what I said.

He takes a step towards his vehicle, then pauses.

DRACO

You’re mine. And very soon... everyone is going to know it.

He gets into a sleek, black luxury car that suddenly appears out of nowhere, engine purring like a beast. The convoy speeds off, leaving Lilith standing alone in the alley, heart racing, clutching her pepper spray, wondering if she just met the man of her dreams... or her worst nightmare.