Emir's wedding

Ozan and Leyla finally arrive at the wedding. The grand venue is decorated with golden lights, white roses, and chandeliers that reflect the luxury of Emir's family. Everything is perfect. Too perfect.

Leyla steps out of the car first, her long hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She adjusts her red dress, exhaling sharply. She doesn't need to turn around to know that Ozan is watching her.

"Stop staring."

Ozan, stepping out beside her, smirks. "I can't help it. You clean up nice, Ateş."

Leyla rolls her eyes. "Just behave."

As they walk inside, all heads turn. Leyla wasn't expecting the attention, but Ozan? He walks in like he owns the place. His presence alone demands respect, and it's clear that people recognize him.

Just as Leyla spots her family, her mother rushes toward her. "Leyla! Where have you been?! We've been so worried!"

Before Leyla can answer, her mother's gaze lands on Ozan. Her expression changes instantly. Surprise. Then suspicion.

"And… who is this?"

Leyla pauses for a second too long.

Ozan smiles—charming, effortless. He extends a hand. "Ozan. A friend of Emir's."

Leyla's mother eyes him carefully before turning back to Leyla. "We'll talk later."

Leyla sighs in relief. That was close.

"You didn't introduce me properly," Ozan murmurs beside her, his voice teasing.

Leyla glares at him. "What should I have said? This is the man who kidnapped me?"

Ozan smirks. "Would've made the night more interesting."