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 doesn't notice it at first—she's too caught up in the wedding, greeting guests, and making sure everything is going smoothly. But then, as time passes, a frown settles on her lips.

Where the hell is he?

She searches for him with her eyes, expecting him to be standing somewhere, exuding his usual arrogance, watching her like a hawk. But he isn't.

Even when Emir comes to greet her, laughing and teasing her as usual, something feels off. Ozan isn't around him either, and that's weird.

"Where's your shadow?" Leyla finally asks, arms crossed.

Emir raises an eyebrow. "Who?"

She rolls her eyes. "Ozan."

At that, Emir scoffs. "No idea. He's acting weird today."

Leyla frowns deeper. Weird? Ozan is always weird. But… something about this feels different.

Ozan, meanwhile, is lost in his own thoughts.

He's standing outside, away from the noise, away from everyone. His cigarette burns between his fingers, forgotten. The word keeps ringing in his ears, messing with his mind.

Like he mattered. Like she actually saw him as something more than just a businessman, a name, a deal.

And that scares the hell out of him.

Ozan has spent his whole life not needing anyone. Not feeling anything. That's how he's survived. How he's stayed in control.

But now, one simple word is making him feel weak. And if there's one thing Ozan hates, it's feeling weak.

Shoves it into the deepest part of himself and locks it away.

Because he doesn't need love.

Ozan disappears.