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 took a deep breath as she stepped into the grand hallway of the mansion, mentally preparing herself for the challenge ahead. She had never done housework in her life, and now she had to pretend to be a maid.

She awkwardly picked up a cloth and started wiping a table, her movements stiff and unfamiliar. It was frustrating—she was trained to fight, to strategize, to infiltrate dangerous places—not to dust furniture.

As she worked, she felt eyes on her.

She could sense their lingering gazes, the way they whispered and smirked as she walked past. She clenched her fists, her entire body tensing in anger. Normally, she would have thrown a punch, maybe even broken a nose or two—but right now, she couldn't risk it. She had a mission.

She forced herself to stay calm.

Then, she heard footsteps. Heavy. Purposeful. Commanding.

Her heartbeat quickened as he walked into the room, exuding his usual air of power and confidence..

Ozan walked past without sparing her a glance. Leyla exhaled in relief. She wasn't caught. Not yet.

She quickly lowered her head, pretending to focus on wiping the table. She had blended in successfully.

As she continued working, she noticed that Ali, the guard she had befriended, was watching her from a distance. Unlike the other guards, his gaze wasn't unsettling. It was curious.

When she finally got a moment alone, Ali approached her.

"You don't seem like the type to work here," he remarked casually, crossing his arms.

Leyla stiffened but kept her expression neutral. "What do you mean?" she asked, keeping her voice steady.

Ali smirked. "You move differently. You're not used to this kind of work. And you're way too sharp for a maid."

Leyla quickly composed herself and let out a small sigh. "I just... I'm not feeling well today," she murmured, trying to sound weak.

Ali's smirk faded, replaced by concern. "Are you sick?" he asked, stepping closer. Before she could protest, he raised a hand and gently pressed it against her forehead, checking for a fever.

Leyla's breath hitched. She wasn't expecting this kind of concern. Most people didn't care, especially not in this place.

"You don't feel warm," Ali noted, frowning slightly..

Leyla forced a small, tired smile. "I'll be fine. Just need to get through the day."

Ali didn't seem convinced. "If you're feeling worse, come find me. I'll cover for you."

That surprised her. Why was he being so nice?

The next day...