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

Ozan folded his arms, leaning against the wall. His eyes studied Leyla carefully, as if deciding whether to argue or not.

"You're still weak. You should rest." His tone was firm.

Leyla shook her head. "I feel better now. Just drop me at the mansion, Ozan. My mom is alone, and she must be worried."

Ozan exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. He hated the idea of letting her out of his sight after what had happened, but he knew Leyla wouldn't back down.

"Fine, let's go."

They walked out together, stepping into Ozan's car. The drive was silent, tense. Ozan kept glancing at her, while Leyla looked out the window, lost in thought.

When they finally reached the mansion, Leyla stepped out. Ozan didn't move.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked, turning to him.

Ozan rested his arm on the steering wheel. "No. Go inside and get some rest."

Ozan watched her disappear behind the doors, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Something still didn't feel right.

Leyla shut the door behind her and leaned against it, pressing a hand to her forehead. A wave of dizziness hit her again, making her stumble slightly.

"Damn it…" she whispered under her breath. That injection from earlier was still messing with her system.

She dragged herself to the bed, collapsing onto it. Her body felt exhausted, weak. But more than that, her mind was restless.

Flashes of the night replayed in her head— the attack, the gunshots, the moment she had almost lost control.

DISTANT?