Veo prompts

Establishing shot, vertical frame. A slow crane up the mirrored face of a black glass skyscraper at night, rain streaking down the windows, until the camera settles on the single lit floor at the very top: a glass penthouse office where a lone silhouette in a three-piece suit stands at the window looking down. The city below glows sodium orange and cold blue. Cinematic, high contrast, glossy wet surfaces, light haze. SFX: steady rain against glass, a distant siren. Ambient noise: wind whistling around the edge of the tower.

Close-up at eye level, shallow depth of field. A 32-year-old CEO with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair, cold dark eyes, a charcoal three-piece suit and silver cufflinks looks up from a contract and holds someone's gaze off-camera right. His face barely moves: a slow tilt of the head, the eyes narrowing slightly. Behind him, a blurred glass boardroom and night city lights through rain-streaked windows. Moody teal and amber grade, soft key light from the left. He says quietly, in a low, even voice: "You're late, Miss Brooks." Ambient noise: air-conditioning hum, a pen tapping once on the table.

Using the three reference images (image 1: the CEO, image 2: the assistant, image 3: the penthouse office), create an over-the-shoulder shot from behind the assistant's left shoulder, framing the CEO seated behind a black marble desk. He slides a single-page contract toward her with two fingers and holds her gaze. Floor-to-ceiling windows behind him streaked with rain, city lights in soft bokeh, cool blue night palette with one warm desk lamp. He says flatly, in a low voice: "Sign it, and your father's debt disappears." SFX: paper sliding across marble. Ambient noise: rain on glass, a low roll of thunder.

Tracking shot with a handheld feel, following behind a 24-year-old woman with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat as she storms down a marble corridor toward a closing elevator, ponytail swinging. The camera speeds up as a tall man in a charcoal three-piece suit enters frame from the left and stops the elevator door with one hand just before it shuts. Warm brass light inside the elevator, cool corridor light outside. SFX: fast heels on marble, an elevator chime, the door thudding against his palm. He says, slightly out of breath: "We're not done talking."

Vertical cinematic romance, glossy night interior, the same two characters in every cut. ADRIAN: a 32-year-old CEO with a sharp jaw, slicked-back black hair, cold dark eyes, a charcoal three-piece suit and silver cufflinks. ELENA: a 24-year-old woman with chestnut hair in a low ponytail, a cream silk blouse and a thrifted tan trench coat. [00:00-00:02] Medium shot: Elena steps out of an elevator into a crowded rooftop party, clutching her coat closed, eyes scanning the room. [00:02-00:04] Medium close-up: Adrian turns away from a group of investors, sees her, and sets down his glass. [00:04-00:06] Two-shot: he crosses to her, takes her left hand and lifts it so a diamond ring catches the light. He says to the room: "Meet my fiancée." [00:06-00:08] Close-up on Elena's face, frozen in shock, as a camera flash pops off-screen. SFX: party chatter dropping to silence, one glass clinking, a camera shutter. Ambient noise: soft lounge jazz.

Wide shot, low angle, symmetrical framing. The double doors of a gilded ballroom swing open and a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick walks in alone, slow and certain. Guests in evening wear part on both sides and turn to stare. Crystal chandeliers, warm gold light, a faint haze in the air. The camera pushes in slowly as she walks toward it. SFX: the doors booming open, a string quartet stumbling to a stop, murmurs spreading through the room.

Insert shot, top-down, macro lens. A woman's hand with a red manicure sets a stack of divorce papers on a white marble table, then places a silver pen precisely on top. A wedding ring lies beside the stack, taken off. The papers show dense printed lines and a signature line, nothing legible. Cool morning window light, crisp shadows. SFX: paper landing softly, the click of the pen on stone, a clock ticking in a large, quiet room.

Close-up with a slow push-in. A 35-year-old man in a navy suit with a smug half-smile is mid-laugh at a gala, champagne glass raised, when his eyes catch something off-camera. Over three seconds the smile drains from his face, his jaw tightens and he lowers the glass. Warm chandelier light, blurred guests behind him. He mutters under his breath: "That's impossible. She left the country." Ambient noise: party chatter and a string quartet.

CLIP 1 (8s): Medium two-shot at a candlelit gala bar. A 26-year-old woman in a pink tweed set wearing an oversized diamond ring leans close to a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick and sneers: "You were always replaceable." Claire says nothing. She slowly lifts a full champagne flute, eyes locked on Vanessa. Warm gold light, blurred guests. SFX: a glass set on the bar, chatter. EXTEND (7s): Claire tips the champagne over Vanessa's hair in one smooth motion. Vanessa gasps and freezes, dripping. Claire sets the empty flute on the bar and says calmly: "Keep the ring. You'll need something to sell." SFX: liquid splashing, a sharp gasp, nearby guests going quiet.

Vertical courtroom-drama style, overcast daylight, the same woman in every cut: a 28-year-old woman with a sleek platinum bob, a black satin dress and red lipstick, now in a fitted black coat and dark sunglasses. [00:00-00:03] Tracking shot moving backward in front of her as she walks down wide stone courthouse steps, reporters with microphones crowding in from both sides. [00:03-00:05] Medium shot: she stops on the last step and slowly removes her sunglasses. [00:05-00:08] Close-up: she looks just past the lens at a reporter and says coolly: "Ask my ex-husband where the money went." SFX: camera shutters clicking, overlapping questions, heels on stone, city traffic.

Establishing aerial shot descending slowly over a misty pine forest at night under a huge full moon, toward a log pack lodge in a clearing with firelit windows and smoke rising from the chimney. Silver moonlight on the treetops, cold blue fog between the trunks, warm orange glow from the lodge. Dark fantasy, cinematic. SFX: a long wolf howl in the distance, answered by two more. Ambient noise: wind through pine needles, crackling fire.

Extreme close-up on the face of a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket, lit by moonlight through pine branches. His dark brown eyes shift to a glowing amber over two seconds, pupils narrowing, while the rest of his face stays perfectly still. He says in a low, rough voice: "You shouldn't be out here alone." SFX: a deep growl under his voice, a twig snapping somewhere behind the camera. Ambient noise: night insects, wind.

Wide shot of a firelit clearing outside a log lodge at night. Thirty pack members stand in a loose circle. In the center stands a 22-year-old woman with freckles, auburn curls and an oversized red flannel shirt, alone, arms wrapped around herself. On a stone step above the circle stands a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket. He raises his voice so the whole clearing hears: "I, Kade Thorne, reject you as my mate." The circle goes still; a few people look away. Firelight flickering on faces, mist at the tree line. SFX: the fire popping, a sharp intake of breath from the crowd.

Insert shot, macro lens, moonlight. Four deep, fresh claw marks gouged into a weathered wooden cabin door, pale splinters curling out of the grooves. The camera slowly slides along the marks from top to bottom. Cold blue light, fog drifting past in the background. SFX: wood creaking, a distant howl, the door rattling once in the wind.

First frame: a 30-year-old man with shoulder-length dark hair, a scar through his left eyebrow and a black leather jacket sprinting between pine trees at night, mid-stride, lit by moonlight. Last frame: a huge black wolf with amber eyes and a scar over its left eye running in the same direction on the same path. Prompt: Tracking shot running alongside him at full speed. As he runs, he drops forward and his body shifts in one fluid motion into the black wolf, the jacket falling away into the dark, without slowing down. Motion blur on the trees, silver moonlight, mist. SFX: pounding footsteps turning into heavy paws on the forest floor, a rising growl, branches whipping past.

Establishing shot, England, 1815. A grand stone country house at dusk in steady rain, every window glowing with candlelight. A black carriage pulled by two horses rolls up the gravel drive toward the front steps, lanterns swinging, as a footman runs out with an umbrella. Muted greens and slate grays, painterly period-drama look. SFX: rain on gravel, hooves and carriage wheels, a horse snorting.

Medium two-shot in a candlelit Regency ballroom. A 20-year-old Regency lady with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings curtsies and offers her gloved hand for the next dance. Facing her, a 29-year-old duke in a black tailcoat and white cravat with cold gray eyes looks down at her hand and doesn't take it. He says coldly, loud enough for nearby guests: "I don't dance with Ashfords." Behind them, couples in period dress turn their heads. Warm candlelight, gold and ivory palette, soft film grain. SFX: a string ensemble, fans fluttering, a ripple of whispers.

Over-the-shoulder shot from behind the duke's right shoulder (black tailcoat, rain soaking his dark hair), framing a 20-year-old Regency lady with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings facing him in a rain-soaked garden at night. Her curls are coming loose and her gown is wet at the hem. She holds up a folded letter and says, voice shaking: "You bought my father's debts. Why?" Lantern light from the house behind her, heavy rain, cold blue palette. SFX: rain on leaves, distant thunder.

Insert shot, macro lens, candlelight. A hand in a white silk glove breaks a deep red wax seal stamped with a raven crest on a folded cream letter. Bits of wax crumble onto a dark wooden desk beside a burning candle and an inkwell. The candle flame flickers as the letter opens. SFX: wax cracking, paper unfolding, the faint hiss of the candle.

Regency period drama, inside a moving carriage at night, rain on the roof, one swinging lantern. LUCIAN: a 29-year-old duke in a black tailcoat and white cravat with cold gray eyes. ELEANOR: a 20-year-old Regency lady with dark curls pinned up, a pale blue empire-waist gown and pearl drop earrings, wrapped in a dark shawl. [00:00-00:02] Two-shot from the opposite bench: they sit facing each other in silence, rocking with the carriage. [00:02-00:05] Close-up on Lucian, lantern light crossing his face. He says quietly, without looking at her: "I married you to keep you alive." [00:05-00:08] Close-up on Eleanor. Her eyes fill; she turns toward the window as a tear falls. SFX: hooves, rain drumming on the carriage roof, wood creaking. Ambient noise: wind.

Establishing aerial shot pushing slowly toward a white lighthouse on a black cliff at night during a storm. The beam sweeps across heavy rain; waves explode against the rocks below. At the base of the cliff, a single parked car sits with its headlights on and the driver's door open. Desaturated teal palette, film grain. SFX: crashing surf, howling wind, a foghorn in the distance.

Close-up inside a parked car at night, rain streaming down the windshield, the dashboard glow lighting a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes. She holds a phone to her ear. A distorted, calm voice comes through the phone speaker: "You missed one, Detective." Her eyes widen and she slowly turns to look at the rear seat. SFX: rain on the roof, the wipers stopped, a soft click as the call ends.

Over-the-shoulder shot from behind the detective's left shoulder (olive raincoat, short black hair), framing a soft-spoken 31-year-old man with wire-rimmed glasses and a gray cardigan seated across a metal table under a flickering fluorescent tube. He folds his hands, pushes his glasses up and says softly: "I was at the lighthouse. That doesn't mean I did anything." Cold green-white light, concrete walls, a two-way mirror behind him. SFX: the fluorescent tube buzzing and ticking, a chair creaking.

Slow tracking shot following a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes along the second-floor outdoor walkway of a run-down motel at night, flashlight raised. A red neon sign flickers off and on over the parking lot. Rain drips from the gutter. She stops at a door left slightly open; a thin line of lamplight spills out. SFX: buzzing neon, rain dripping, a muffled TV laugh track from another room. Ambient noise: distant highway.

Psychological thriller, a cramped apartment kitchen at night lit by a single desk lamp. [00:00-00:02] Insert, top-down: hands in latex gloves slit open a plain manila envelope on a wooden table. [00:02-00:04] Insert: instant photos slide out and fan across the table. [00:04-00:06] Insert, macro: one photo shows a woman asleep in her bed, taken from the bedroom doorway. [00:06-00:08] Close-up: a 34-year-old detective with short black hair, an olive raincoat and tired eyes stares at the photo, the lamp lighting half her face, and whispers: "That's my room." SFX: paper tearing, glossy photos sliding, a refrigerator hum, a floorboard creaking somewhere behind her.

Wide shot of an elegant garden wedding: white chairs, a flower arch, guests seated, a string trio playing. A battered yellow food truck reverses straight onto the lawn, honking, and stops inches from the last row of chairs. Every guest turns around at once. Bright midday sun, saturated colors, sitcom framing. SFX: a reversing beep, two honks, the string trio screeching to a halt, a collective gasp.

Close-up on a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard. She holds a polite smile while her left eye twitches. She presses the headset mic closer and says through gritted teeth, one word at a time: "Who. Approved. The taco truck." Bright outdoor light, soft pastel wedding decor blurred behind her. SFX: faint walkie-talkie static, wedding chatter.

Medium shot of a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron leaning out of a food-truck service window with a tray of tacos, flashing a huge grin at someone off-camera. He wiggles his eyebrows and says: "Think of me as a plus-one with salsa." A string of fairy lights hangs along the truck, wedding guests blurred in the background. Warm afternoon light, playful sitcom look. SFX: sizzling grill, a guest laughing.

Over-the-shoulder shot from behind the food-truck owner's shoulder (curly hair, mustard-stained apron), framing a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard as she holds up her clipboard like evidence. She reads from it in a clipped voice: "You owe me one groom, one cake, and one apology." Behind her, a toppled flower arch and guests holding paper plates of tacos. Bright daylight, saturated colors. SFX: a flower pot tipping over, crowd murmuring.

Bright sitcom comedy, garden wedding, midday sun. BENNY: a 27-year-old food-truck owner with curly hair and a mustard-stained apron. PRIYA: a 26-year-old wedding planner with a headset and a color-coded clipboard, in heels. [00:00-00:02] Tracking shot alongside Benny as he pushes a three-tier white wedding cake on a wobbly cart down a stone garden path, too fast. [00:02-00:04] Wider tracking shot: Priya sprints behind him, clipboard in hand. [00:04-00:06] The cart hits a bump and the cake tilts toward the grass in slow motion. [00:06-00:08] Benny catches the top tier against his chest, frosting smeared across his face. Priya skids to a stop and says flatly: "Don't. Move." SFX: rattling wheels, heels clacking, guests gasping, a soft splat.

Establishing aerial shot gliding toward a white-stone citadel built across floating rock islands joined by thin bridges, waterfalls pouring off their edges into a sea of clouds below. Dawn sun breaks over the horizon, rim-lighting the towers in pale gold; small birds wheel past the camera. Epic high-fantasy look, soft volumetric light. SFX: distant waterfalls, wind, a deep bell ringing once.

Insert shot, macro lens: the inside of a young woman's right wrist resting on worn moss-green fabric. A faint blue rune tattoo begins to glow, brighter and brighter, thin lines of light spreading under the skin like roots. The camera then tilts up to the startled face of a 19-year-old woman with a silver-white braid, a glowing blue rune tattoo on her right wrist and a worn moss-green cloak, the blue light reflecting in her eyes. Dim stone room, candlelight. SFX: a low crystalline hum rising in pitch, her sharp breath.

Wide shot in a forest of tall translucent crystal trees that glow faint violet. A 19-year-old woman with a silver-white braid, a glowing blue rune tattoo on her right wrist and a worn moss-green cloak and a 25-year-old prince in dark engraved armor with a thin gold circlet and storm-gray eyes stand back to back in a small clearing, her wrist glowing blue, his sword drawn. Tall shadowy figures in hooded cloaks step out from between the trees on all sides and stop at the clearing's edge. Cold mist, violet and blue palette. SFX: crystal trees chiming softly, footsteps crunching on glassy ground, a sword sliding from its scabbard.

Over-the-shoulder shot from behind the young woman's shoulder (silver-white braid, moss-green cloak), framing a 25-year-old prince in dark engraved armor with a thin gold circlet and storm-gray eyes as he kneels on the glowing crystal floor and holds his sword out to her hilt-first. He looks up and says, steady and quiet: "My blade is yours, if you'll have it." Violet crystal light, drifting motes of light in the air. SFX: armor creaking as he kneels, a soft crystalline hum.

Using the three reference images (image 1: the young mage with the silver-white braid and moss-green cloak, image 2: the armored prince, image 3: the crystal forest), create a medium two-shot of the mage raising her right arm as the rune on her wrist blazes blue. Ribbons of blue light spiral out from her hand and push back a wall of violet mist. The prince shields his eyes beside her. She says through clenched teeth, without turning: "Stay behind me." SFX: a rising crystalline roar, wind rushing outward, armor clanking as he steps back.

Wide shot of a quiet suburban street at dusk. Across from a small white clapboard house with a porch light just flickering on, a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan leaning on a walking cane stands at the curb holding a faded envelope, looking at the house without moving. A sprinkler ticks across a lawn; a dog barks two houses down. Warm amber streetlights against a cooling blue sky, soft film grain. SFX: the sprinkler ticking, crickets, a distant dog.

Medium two-shot in a small, lived-in kitchen at night. A 45-year-old ER nurse with a graying bun and navy scrubs drops her car keys on the counter after a long shift. At the table sits a 16-year-old girl in an oversized hoodie with braces and headphones around her neck. Lily slides an opened envelope across the table toward her mother and says, defiant but nervous: "He wrote to me, Mom. Not you." Grace stops moving. Warm overhead light, dishes in the sink, a fridge covered in school photos. SFX: keys clattering on laminate, the fridge humming.

Insert shot, close macro on a weathered envelope in a woman's hands, a nurse's watch on her wrist. The front is addressed in shaky, old-fashioned cursive that isn't legible, with a faded postage stamp and a return address scratched out. Her thumb runs slowly over the scratched-out line; her hand trembles slightly. Warm kitchen light. SFX: paper rustling, a clock ticking.

Tracking shot moving backward in front of a 45-year-old ER nurse with a graying bun and navy scrubs as she runs down a bright hospital corridor, stethoscope swinging, past a gurney and two staff members who step aside. She slows at a door marked only by a room number plate and grips the frame. Clean white fluorescent light with a slight green tint. SFX: her shoes squeaking on linoleum, a heart monitor beeping faster, an overhead page chime.

SHOT A (8s): Over-the-shoulder from behind the nurse's shoulder (graying bun, navy scrubs) as she stands inside a screen door at dusk, framing a 70-year-old man in a brown cardigan leaning on a walking cane on the porch steps holding a faded photograph. He says slowly, voice rough: "I'm not here to be forgiven." Porch light, moths circling, crickets. SHOT B (8s): Reverse over-the-shoulder from behind the old man's shoulder (brown cardigan, cane), framing a 45-year-old ER nurse with a graying bun and navy scrubs behind the screen door. She folds her arms and says quietly: "Good. Because I haven't." Same porch light, same moths, crickets.