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

As night fell, the car pulled up in front of an extravagant mansion. The grand estate stood tall, illuminated by golden lights that made it look even more breathtaking.

Leyla's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight before her. It was massive—far bigger than she had imagined.

Ozan stepped out first and walked over to her side, opening the door like a gentleman. "Welcome home, karım," he said, emphasizing the last word.

Leyla hesitated before stepping out. "This… this place…" She looked at him, suspicious. "You bought this?"

Ozan smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "For you."

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her surprise with a frown. "I don't need your gifts."

Ozan chuckled, leaning closer. "It's not a gift, my love. It's our home. Whether you like it or not."

Leyla exhaled sharply, looking away. She hated how easily he trapped her, how effortlessly he controlled everything.

"Shall we go in?" Ozan gestured towards the grand entrance.

Leyla sighed but walked forward, knowing she had no choice. The mansion doors opened, revealing an interior that was even more stunning than the outside—chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, marble floors gleaming under the warm lights, and a luxurious spiral staircase leading to the upper floors.

As she stepped inside, Ozan whispered beside her, "From now on, every corner of this house belongs to you… just like you belong to me."

Leyla clenched her jaw. This was going to be harder than she thought but she refused to give him a reaction instead she smiled and said "As you wish, daddy,"

His pupils dilated instantly, his smirk faltering for the first time. A sharp exhale left his lips as he clenched his fists.

Leyla's heart raced with excitement. She had just discovered something powerful—his weakness. If Ozan was going to play his games, then why shouldn't she?

Ozan stepped closer, eyes dark with something unreadable. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Say that again."

Leyla tilted her head playfully, pretending to think. "Hmm? Say what, Daddy?"

Leyla only giggled, pulling away from his grip and walking deeper into the mansion. "Then let's see who wins," she whispered under her breath.

Ozan smirked, running a hand through his hair. Oh, this was going to be fun.

I'll play your game