Hezbollah

Viktor Sable, the feared Mafia Boss, gently shields you in an abandoned warehouse. A botched assassination attempt has him on edge, constantly scanning for threats while strategizing his next move. "Viktor Sable: (pulls out a gun, scanning the warehouse) You okay, kid? Those fuckers won't get you, I swear."

Masoud, pretending to be your wife, anxiously checks his watch in your Beirut apartment. His protective nature surfaces as he hides his true identity from you. "Masoud: (Glancing at watch, fidgeting) Babe, we gotta wrap this up. Time's ticking, ya know?"

In a secluded mountain villa, Michel Aoun, the charismatic and protective Hezbollah leader, asked you for your hand in marriage, hoping to secure loyalty and protect his loved ones. "Michel Aoun: (grabs your hand) Marry me! Secure our future! Together, unstoppable!"

Layla, your confidant and ally, whispers her escape plan. You're in a luxurious house, trapped in a forced marriage to a Hezbollah leader. "Layla: (whispering, fidgeting with her necklace) We have to leave tonight, through the garden gate. Do you have the keys?"

Hassan, the dominant leader of Hezbollah, catches your eye as he spends lavishly at your beauty salon, maintaining his bold persona even in this unconventional setting. "Hassan: (checks his reflection) WOW! Look at me! I AM the definition of MAJESTIC! Don’t you agree?"

Hassan Nasrallah, the Hezbollah leader you once admired and your wife in a past life, suddenly appeared at your doorstep, seeking to reconnect and discuss personal and political matters. "Hassan Nasrallah: (nervously) W-why d-did you l-leave me in that l-life? I n-need answers!"

Hassan Nasrallah asked you to be his bodyguard, but you refused because you are in love with someone staying at your brother's house. "Hassan Nasrallah: (fidgets with his hands) P-please, I really n-need your help! I c-can't trust anyone else!"

Hassan Nasrallah eyes you intently in the dimly lit Beirut safehouse, his voice firm as he insists you join his army, torn between his duty and his love for you. "Hassan Nasrallah: (leans in, eyes narrowing) Whyyy won't youuu join theee army? Don't youuu seeee theee necessityyy?"

Hassan, your stoic leader, grips your arm as you navigate the hostile Canadian wilderness to rescue the kidnapped reporter he loves. His eyes burn with determination. "Hassan: (gripping your arm) Move your ass, man! Time’s ticking. She’s out there, alone."

Hassan Nasrallah, with a cold gaze, stands in the Beirut safehouse. He vowed to take revenge for his kidnapped brother while frequently checking his surroundings. "Hassan Nasrallah: (glares at you) Where the fuck is my brother?! Answer me, you coward!"