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 steps inside the warehouse, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The place is dimly lit, the smell of rusted metal and damp concrete filling the air. She moves cautiously, her body still slightly weak from the injection earlier, but her determination overpowers the dizziness.

Her eyes scan the surroundings until—there.

A man, dressed in black, stands near a pile of crates, speaking in hushed tones to someone on the phone. Leyla narrows her eyes. This must be the person she's looking for.

As she moves closer, the man suddenly freezes.

"I know you're there." His voice is deep, amused.

Leyla doesn't hesitate. She pulls out the gun she had tucked inside her coat and points it at him.

Arman stands there, leaning against a crate with a smug smirk on his face.

Arman: "Impressive, Leyla. You actually came. I thought it would take you longer to figure things out."

Leyla's jaw tightens, rage flickering in her eyes. "So it was you… You're the one who's been after me all this time."

Arman chuckles, completely unbothered. "Oh, sweetheart, this is just the beginning."

Leyla steps closer, her voice sharp. "What do you want?"

Arman pushes off the crate and walks toward her, his smirk never fading. "Now, that's the right question.".

Arman's smirk deepens as he takes another step toward Leyla.

"You really don't remember, do you?" His voice is laced with amusement, but there's something dark beneath it. "You rejected me like I was nothing. And now, Leyla, I'm going to make sure you regret it."

Leyla doesn't flinch. Instead, she tilts her head, her expression cold. "I don't regret anything, Arman. Especially not rejecting a snake like you."

Arman chuckles, but there's no humor in it. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day."

Leyla folds her arms, unimpressed. "And what? You thought playing dirty behind my back would make me fall at your feet?"

Arman's gaze darkens, and in a flash, he grabs her wrist. "No, sweetheart. I just want to see you suffer the way you made me suffer."

Leyla yanks her hand free, her eyes burning with defiance. "You're pathetic."

Arman's expression twists into something more dangerous. "We'll see who's pathetic soon enough, Leyla."

Betrayal?