Cruel Intentions -1999- Apr 2026

“You get the car. But if you lose—if you fall for her—you give me your vintage Leica camera collection.”

But his eyes linger on a photograph of Annette in the school yearbook. She is smiling at something off-camera. It is not a seductive smile. It is a kind one.

Sebastian leans forward. “And if I win?” cruel intentions -1999-

Annette stays in New York. She writes a new op-ed—not about virginity, but about the cost of cruelty. She does not name Sebastian. She writes: “Some people break your heart. Others show you that you have one.”

Annette turns to him. Her eyes are tired but not closed. “Then don’t be. But not for me. For you.” “You get the car

Annette softens. She sees a lost boy.

“I don’t deserve forgiveness,” he says. It is not a seductive smile

New York City, December 1999. The millennium is looming, but inside the penthouse of Sebastian Valmont, time is stuck in an endless loop of champagne, cocaine, and casual destruction. Sebastian (28, beautiful in a ruined way) lounges in a silk robe, reading his late father’s leather-bound copy of Les Liaisons dangereuses . Across from him, his step-sister, Kathryn Merteuil (27, blonde, razor-sharp, wearing a cashmere twin-set as armor), sips a martini and smiles.