Stella_Winslet

In the heart of Istanbul, where power and danger walk hand in hand, two fierce souls collide. Leyla Iskender—a woman born into privilege, the daughter of a feared police officer, and a storm in her own right. Trained in combat, fluent in multiple languages, and untouched by fear, she is the kind of woman who doesn’t bow to anyone.

Then there’s Ozan Ali Ahmet—ruthless, enigmatic, and a mastermind with control over the city's underground. When Leyla dares to interfere in his business, she unknowingly marks herself as his greatest obsession. A dangerous game of power and dominance unfolds between them, where every step brings them closer to a line that neither is willing to cross—until it’s too late.

What happens when a man used to control meets a woman who refuses to be tamed? When fire meets fire, will it burn them both… or ignite something even darker?

In the streets of Istanbul

Leyla took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over the fabric of the dress. It was elegant, flowing, but with just the right amount of edge. The deep red color complemented her skin tone perfectly, the delicate straps resting against her shoulders. It hugged her waist just enough before cascading down, the slit on the side showing only a teasing glimpse of her leg when she walked.

She hated that Ozan had picked the perfect dress.

I won't give him the satisfaction, she told herself, flipping her hair over one shoulder before stepping out of the dressing room.

The moment she appeared, the boutique went silent.

Ozan, who had been casually scrolling through his phone, looked up—

And his smirk vanished.

For a split second, his dark eyes burned with something unreadable. Something hungry. Something possessive.

He covered it quickly, his usual arrogance slipping back into place, but Leyla had seen it.

She stepped forward, tilting her chin up. "Well? Say something, kidnapper."

Ozan leaned back slightly, his gaze trailing over her before locking onto her eyes. "Not bad."

Leyla narrowed her eyes. "Not bad? That's all you have to say?"

Ozan smirked, stepping closer, his hands casually tucking into his pockets. "What do you want, Ateş? Should I fall to my knees? Beg you to wear this every day?"

Leyla folded her arms. "No. But a little honesty wouldn't kill you."

Ozan tilted his head, watching her with that same infuriating intensity. "Alright, then. You look…" He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a smooth murmur. "Dangerous."

Leyla's pulse quickened, but she masked it with a scoff. "Flattery won't change the fact that I'm still mad at you."

Ozan chuckled, brushing past her as he motioned to the cashier. "Wrap it up. She's wearing this tonight."

But Ozan was already handing over his black card, his tone final.

YOU LOOK DANGEROUS