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 went still too.

The room was dead silent.

Then, Ozan spoke. His voice was calm—too calm. "Get out."

Ozan's grip on Leyla loosened.

Then, with deadly precision, he turned—and punched Arif square in the face.

Arif stumbled back, clutching his jaw, but instead of leaving, he laughed. A dark, mocking laugh.

"That's all you got, little brother?" he sneered, wiping the blood from his lip. "No wonder our family sees you as weak."

Ozan's eyes darkened. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack.

Leyla, still fuming, shrugged off Ozan's hold and took a step forward. "I don't need him to fight for me," she spat, her voice sharp. "Unlike you, Arif, I handle my own battles."

Arif smirked. "Really? Then go ahead, Leyla. Hit me. Show me how strong you are."

Leyla didn't hesitate. This time, Ozan didn't stop her. Her fist connected with Arif's face so hard he staggered back into the desk.

Arif wiped his lip again, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Tch… I like this side of you, Leyla." His gaze darkened. "Ozan, you should keep a leash on her. She's dangerous."

Ozan took a threatening step forward. "Get out before I make you regret every word you just said."

Arif chuckled, straightening his suit. "This isn't over." He gave Leyla one last smirk before turning on his heel and walking out.

As soon as he left, Leyla exhaled sharply, her hands still balled into fists.

Ozan turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?"

Leyla pushed past him. "I told you, Ozan. I don't need your help."

And with that, she walked out—leaving Ozan standing there, watching her go.

As Leyla stormed toward the door, Ozan grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

"You're not walking away like that," he said, his voice low but firm.

Leyla yanked her arm away. "Let go, Ozan!" Her eyes burned with anger.

He took a step closer, his grip now softer but still unrelenting. "You think you can just throw punches and leave?" His tone was sharp, but his eyes held something else—concern.

Leyla scoffed, crossing her arms. "I handled it. Unlike you, I don't run away from problems."

Ozan's jaw tightened. "You think I'm running? You think standing here, dealing with this mess my so-called family creates, is easy?" His voice dropped, laced with something deeper—pain, frustration.

Leyla hesitated for a second. She could see it—the weight he carried. But she shook it off. "It doesn't matter, Ozan. Your brother ruined my life. And you…" She took a deep breath. "You let it happen."

Ozan's grip finally loosened, but he didn't let go completely. His fingers lingered. "Leyla… you know that's not true."

She looked up at him, eyes filled with hurt. "Then prove it."

Ozan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He knew Leyla wouldn't stop until she destroyed Arif, but he couldn't let things spiral out of control.

With one swift motion, he grabbed Leyla's hand and pulled her back—hard. She nearly stumbled into him, her hands pressing against his chest to keep balance.

"You want proof?" Ozan's voice was dangerously low. "Fine. I'll give you proof."

Leyla glared at him. "What the hell are you doing, Ozan?" She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"You think I let this happen? You think I wanted any of this?" His eyes darkened as he shot a glare toward Arif. "If you want justice, fine. But you're not handling this alone."

Leyla scoffed. "Oh, now you care? Where was this energy when your brother was setting me up?"

Ozan didn't flinch. Instead, he grabbed his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speaker.

"I want every detail on what Arif has been up to. Now." His tone left no room for argument.

Leyla froze. She wasn't used to anyone standing up for her—not like this.

Ozan glanced back at her, his voice softer now. "You wanted proof? Watch me burn everything down for you."