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's fingers pressed a little firmer against her skin, tracing the delicate line of her throat. His gaze darkened as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. The way she had dared to call him that name earlier—it had ignited something inside him, something dangerous.

She thought she could play with him?

A smirk curled at his lips as he leaned in, his breath fanning against her ear.

"Leyla…" his voice was deep, almost a whisper, laced with amusement and something darker.

She stirred slightly, her brows knitting together in her sleep. He chuckled, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, feeling the softness of it.

"You really have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?" he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, but she was still lost in sleep.

Ozan sat back, exhaling through his nose as he ran a hand through his hair. He should stop. But the sight of her like this—unguarded, unaware—made it impossible.

His fingers traced down her arm this time, stopping where her hand rested against the sheets. He interlocked their fingers for a brief moment, his grip firm but not forceful.

OBSESSION???