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 wasn't a man who let things slide. If Leyla thought she could slip into his home, play her little game, and then walk away unscathed—she was wrong.

With calculated steps, he arrived at her mansion. The place was quiet, just as he expected. No family, no disturbance. Only guards.

He had dealt with worse. A few well-placed words and an intimidating glare were all it took for them to let him inside. He walked through the halls like he owned the place, knowing exactly where he was headed.

The door wasn't locked. She must've been too exhausted to think anyone would dare walk in. A smirk played on his lips as he pushed it open.

There she was. Fast asleep.

Her hair was sprawled across the pillow, her breathing even, completely unaware that a storm had stepped into her space.

Ozan's gaze roamed over her lazily before settling on her neck.

Even in sleep, she had been careful. The marks were concealed, but he knew they were there. He had left them himself.

With a smirk, he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, his fingers tracing the faintest outline of a bruise just above her collarbone.

"Sleeping so peacefully after last night, huh?" he murmured, voice low.

His touch was featherlight, not enough to wake her—yet.

Ozan's gaze darkened as he looked down at Leyla. She was completely unaware of his presence, her chest rising and falling steadily in sleep. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over her face, making her look almost peaceful—vulnerable. But Ozan knew better. This woman was far from innocent.

His fingers brushed against the side of her face, tracing the curve of her jaw. He let his thumb linger over her bottom lip before leaning in. His smirk deepened. She had tried to outsmart him, played her little games, but now she was right here—within his reach.

Without another thought, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, his lips molding against hers as if claiming what was his. He knew she was a deep sleeper, but he was still careful, savoring the moment. His hand moved to the side of her neck, fingers grazing the barely concealed marks he had left on her before. A dark satisfaction settled in his chest.

She belonged to him—whether she accepted it or not.

Ozan pulled away just slightly, his eyes studying Leyla's face. Her lips were soft, warm—too tempting. But he wasn't done yet. He leaned in again, this time pressing a lingering kiss against her forehead, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly.

His lips trailed lower, finding her earlobe. He took it between his lips, sucking gently before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. A quiet, satisfied hum left his throat as he felt her stir beneath him.

Leyla's body shifted slightly, a faint frown appearing on her face as she stirred in her sleep. Ozan smirked. Even unconscious, she reacted to him.

OZAN IN LOVE??