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 leaned back in her seat, a sly thought forming in her mind. If Ozan wants attention, why not give him more than he asked for? Maybe, just maybe, if she played along—acted all sweet and loving—he'd eventually lose interest and let her go.

She took a deep breath and shifted closer to him, her expression softening. "Ozan..." she murmured sweetly, her voice a complete contrast to her usual sharp tone.

Ozan raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback. "Hmm?"

Leyla placed a hand on his arm, tilting her head as she smiled—an innocent, almost affectionate smile. "You're right. I should be giving you attention. After all, you're my husband now, aren't you?"

Ozan narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "You finally realized that?"

Leyla nodded, tracing small circles on his sleeve. "Of course. You take such good care of me… I should appreciate you more." Her voice was laced with sweetness, but deep down, she was screaming.

Ozan smirked, watching her closely. "Is that so?" He leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Or is my clever little wife playing a game?"

Leyla's heart skipped a beat, but she held her act together, giggling softly. "A game? No, aşkım, I just think… maybe we started off wrong. Don't you?" She turned her face towards him, her lashes fluttering.

Ozan chuckled darkly, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "If this is a game, Leyla, I hope you know…" His voice dropped into a whisper. "I never lose."