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

Arman watches Leyla closely, his smirk never fading.

"No knight in shining armor this time, huh?" He taunts. "Ozan isn't here to save you."

Leyla clenches her fists but keeps her face unreadable. "I don't need saving. Especially not from a coward who hides in the shadows."

Arman laughs lowly, shaking his head. "Brave words, but you should be careful, Leyla. You're all alone here."

Before she can respond, a sudden sound echoes in the warehouse—a sharp clicking noise. The moment she turns, a group of men step out of the shadows. Armed.

Leyla quickly assesses the situation. Six men. Guns. Arman standing too close. Too many to fight at once, but not impossible.

Arman leans in slightly, his voice dropping. "I could have given you the world, Leyla. But you chose him instead."

She scoffs. "I chose myself."

Arman's jaw tightens. "Big mistake." He nods toward his men. "Grab her."

Leyla doesn't wait. She moves first.

Leyla moves fast—faster than they expect. She elbows Arman in the ribs, making him stumble back, then grabs the gun from the nearest man before he can react.

A shot echoes in the warehouse, and one of Arman's men drops, clutching his leg. The others freeze for a second, shocked, before chaos erupts.

Leyla dodges, using the metal crates as cover, her heart pounding but her mind sharp. She fires another shot, hitting a lightbulb overhead. Glass rains down, and the warehouse plunges into flickering darkness.

"You think you can take all of us, Leyla?" Arman shouts, his voice amused yet angry.

But just as she's about to fire again, a sharp pain shoots through her side. A punch—no, a knife. One of the men had gotten too close.

She grits her teeth, refusing to scream. Not now. Not in front of him.

Arman steps forward, his silhouette dark against the flickering light. "You always were a fighter," he murmurs, kneeling beside her as she presses a hand to her bleeding side. "But now… it's game over."

Leyla glares up at him, her breathing heavy. "Over?" She scoffs. "You wish."

Arman smirks. "Waiting for your knight in shining armor?" He leans in closer, his voice mocking. "Too bad, Leyla. No one's coming for you."

Leyla clenches her fists, her body aching from the wound, but she refuses to let the pain show. "I don't need anyone to save me."

Arman laughs darkly. "Oh, I know. That's why breaking you will be even more satisfying." He gestures to his men. "Take her."