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

The leader smirked, adjusting his bloodstained collar. "Nothing lethal… but she'll be weak, disoriented, and completely helpless soon."

Ozan's fingers curled into fists. His grip on Leyla tightened.

"You're dead." His voice was cold, emotionless.

Before the leader could respond, Ozan fired.

A clean shot between the eyes. The smirk never left the man's face as he dropped lifelessly to the ground.

Ozan turned his attention to Leyla, his breath uneven.

"Leyla… stay with me." He cupped her face, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She felt too warm, too fragile.

Her eyelids fluttered.

"I… can handle myself…" she whispered.

Ozan scoffed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

"Yeah? Then why the hell are you passing out on me?"

Leyla tried to protest, but the dizziness was too much. Her head fell against his chest.

Ozan's jaw clenched. His heart pounded.

"Find out what the hell they injected her with. NOW." His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

Leyla stirred, her breathing uneven. She clutched his wrist weakly.

"Ozan… stop acting like I'm dying…" she muttered.

He exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel.

"Shut up, Leyla." His voice was softer than he intended.

The car sped down the empty roads, headlights cutting through the darkness. Ozan kept glancing at her, his heart pounding.

She was strong. But right now… she looked so damn fragile.

By the time they reached the mansion, Leyla was barely conscious.

Ozan lifted her again, cradling her against his chest as he carried her inside. His men were already there, a doctor waiting.

"She'll be fine," the doctor said after a quick check-up. "The drug was meant to weaken her temporarily, not kill her. She just needs rest."

Ozan sat beside the bed, watching her. His fists clenched.

She could've been taken. Hurt. Worse.

No one would ever touch her again.

A few hours later, Leyla's eyes fluttered open. The dim glow of the bedside lamp was the only source of light. She blinked, trying to push past the haze in her mind.

Her body felt weak, but her mind was sharp. She could tell someone was near.

She turned her head slightly—Ozan.

Sitting in a chair beside her bed, his arms crossed, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his face unreadable. But his eyes… They were dark with something she couldn't quite place.

"You're still here?" Her voice was hoarse.

Ozan scoffed. "Where else would I be? You got yourself drugged."

Leyla rolled her eyes and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her arm. She winced.

Ozan was instantly at her side, pushing her back down.

"Don't. Move." His voice was firm.

She gritted her teeth. "I'm fine, Ozan."

"No, you're not." His fingers brushed over her wrist lightly, where a faint mark from the injection was still visible. His jaw clenched.

Leyla noticed. His concern. His frustration. The way his fingers trembled—just for a second—before he pulled away.

She smirked, ignoring the way her own heart betrayed her with a single hard thump.

"Are you worried about me, boss?" she teased, her voice soft but challenging.

Ozan let out a dry laugh. He leaned closer, his face inches from hers, his voice low and dangerous.

"No, I'm just annoyed that you're too stubborn to die."

Leyla chuckled, shaking her head. "How sweet."

Ozan sighed and leaned back. His eyes scanned her face carefully before he finally said, "Get some rest."

Leyla watched him for a moment. She didn't say anything, but something inside her shifted.

For the first time… she felt safe.

You’re dead cuz you touched what's mine!