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 clenched her jaw, staring at the revealing maid uniforms. There's no way I'm wearing this… but she didn't have a choice.

Her baggy clothes would give her away instantly—she couldn't pose as a guard, and sneaking around forever wasn't an option.

With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed the least revealing uniform she could find. It was still shorter than she liked, hugging her waist too much, but at least it wasn't as bad as the others.

💭 I swear, if I survive this, I'm burning this dress.

She quickly tied her hair into a neat bun, adjusting the small apron around her waist. Now, just act normal.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the room, pretending like she belonged.

The hallways were still quiet—too quiet.

Leyla quickly lowered her head, adjusting her mask. "I… I'm new here."

The guard raised an eyebrow. "New? I wasn't informed."

Leyla faked a nervous laugh. "I… I got hired today. Just a small maid job."

The guard crossed his arms. "Alright, then. Take this to the boss." He pointed at a tray of tea and snacks.

"You want me to take this… to Ozan?" she asked hesitantly.

The guard smirked. "Yeah. Don't tell me you're scared of him."

Leyla quickly nodded, trying to play along. "O-of course I am! He's terrifying."

The guard laughed, shaking his head. "First time I've heard a maid say that. Usually, they all have a crush on him."

Leyla felt disgusted but forced a smile. "I'm… different."

The guard narrowed his eyes. "Or maybe… there's another reason you don't want to face him?"

Leyla's heart skipped a beat.

"You're really something, huh? Alright, no need to be scared. I'll take the tray for you."

Leyla exhaled in relief but kept her expression neutral. "Thanks… um, what's your name?"

"Ali," he replied, looking amused. "And yours?"

Leyla hesitated before answering, "Ayla." It was a fake name, of course.

Ali chuckled. "Well, Ayla, I don't think you'll last long here if you're scared of Ozan."

Leyla forced a small smile. "Yeah, I'm starting to realize that."

For some reason, Ali found her interesting. Unlike the other maids, who either feared Ozan or admired him, this girl seemed… different.

Maybe he'd keep an eye on her.

And maybe, just maybe, she would need his help soon.

A new maid?