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's hands were steady as she poured the drink, but inside, her mind was running wild. She had to get out of this situation, but she had to do it without raising suspicion. If she could keep him distracted, if she could make him drink enough to pass out… maybe she could slip away.

She turned, offering the glass to Ozan. He leaned back against the sofa, watching her with dark, unreadable eyes before taking it from her hand. His fingers brushed against hers—deliberate, slow, as if savoring the small contact.

Leyla didn't react. She kept her expression neutral, lowering her gaze like an obedient maid would.

Ozan smirked, bringing the drink to his lips. He took a long sip, his gaze never leaving her. "You're learning," he mused.

She stayed silent. The less she said, the better.

But she didn't realize her mistake.

The more he drank, the less control he had—but not in the way she expected. Instead of making him sluggish, it made him wilder.

Suddenly, the glass was slammed onto the table, the loud clink echoing through the room. Before she could react, Ozan was on his feet, closing the distance between them in one swift move.

Her breath hitched as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against him. His scent—whiskey, danger, and something undeniably male—wrapped around her like a trap.

"You thought giving me more to drink would calm me down?" he murmured against her ear, his voice deep, taunting. "That was a mistake, sweetheart."

Leyla barely had a second to react before she found herself pressed against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head.

His grip was firm, his body caging hers in. His eyes were darker now, his gaze filled with something dangerous—something possessive.

Leyla's heart pounded. She needed to think fast.

But Ozan wasn't giving her a chance.

"You keep acting like a scared little maid," he murmured, his lips hovering just over her skin, "but I know there's something more to you." His grip tightened just slightly. "What are you hiding, hmm?"

Leyla forced herself to keep breathing evenly. She couldn't slip up now.

"I—I don't know what you mean, sir," she whispered, playing the part.

Ozan smirked, his fingers brushing down the curve of her waist, slow and deliberate. "Liar."

Leyla swallowed hard. She had walked right into this trap, and now, she had to find a way out before it was too late.

Serve me