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

"You don't wanna sleep? Fine. Let's make sure you're exhausted enough to crash later."

He extends a hand.

Leyla eyes him suspiciously—but after a moment, she grabs it and lets him pull her up.

It's better than being alone with her thoughts.

Ozan leads Leyla outside, the night air cool against their skin.

Leyla frowns, crossing her arms. "Where are we going?"

Ozan smirks, hands in his pockets. "You'll see."

Leyla narrows her eyes but follows him.

They walk through the quiet streets until they reach an empty basketball court.

Ozan grins, picking up a basketball from the side. "You need a distraction. Let's play."

Leyla scoffs. "I don't play basketball."

Ozan spins the ball in his hands. "Good. That means I'll win easily."

Leyla's competitive side flares.

Ozan chuckles. "I know so."

Leyla grabs the ball from him.

And just like that, the tension from earlier melts away.

The basketball bounced away into the shadows.

Leyla, out of breath, brushed her hair back and turned to Ozan. "Admit it, I won."

Ozan leaned against the fence, smirking. "You cheated."

She rolled her eyes. "You just hate losing."

Ozan was about to respond when his phone buzzed. He checked the screen—a blocked number.

His jaw tightened. Without a word, he stepped away, answering the call.

Leyla watched as his posture shifted. His usual arrogance vanished, replaced by something… colder.

She couldn't hear what was being said, but she saw his fingers clench into a fist.

Then—a low, dark chuckle echoed from his phone.

Even from a distance, Leyla could hear it. It wasn't normal. It was sinister, taunting.

Ozan's grip on the phone tightened. His shoulders tensed. His breathing slowed.

Leyla felt a chill crawl up her spine.

"Enough," Ozan muttered, his voice dangerously calm. Then, he ended the call.

He turned back to Leyla, his face completely unreadable.

"Let's go," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Ozan didn't answer. Instead, he walked past her, his hand briefly grazing her wrist as he passed—like he needed to make sure she was still there.

Something was very, very wrong.

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