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 and Leyla went to their room, upstairs. Ozan locked the door as Leyla looked around the room. She sat on the bed looking at Ozan with innocent smile she said "Are you okay? Daddy"

Ozan's eyes darkened as he watched Leyla, her lips parted slightly. Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

For a split second, Leyla's instincts screamed at her to push him away—to land a punch straight to his jaw—but then she remembered.

This was a game.And she was going to win.

Instead of resisting, she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Ozan stilled for a moment, his grip on her tightening as if he couldn't believe what was happening. But then, he took control again, his kiss deepening, filled with a fire that burned through the air between them.

Leyla smirked inwardly. Let's see who really gets trapped in this game…

Leyla didn't hesitate—she pushed forward, letting her lips move against his with a deliberate slowness, teasing him, making him want more. She felt the sharp inhale he took, his fingers digging into her waist as if trying to ground himself.

For the first time, Ozan wasn't in control.

His breath hitched when she tilted her head, deepening the kiss just the way he always did. His grip on her tightened, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. It was intoxicating, the way she was taking the lead, the way she was making him lose control.

Leyla smirked against his lips, pulling away just enough to whisper, her voice dripping with mischief."What's wrong, daddy? Losing your grip?"

Ozan's pupils blew wide. His jaw clenched. And in an instant, he flipped their positions, pinning her against the nearest surface, his eyes blazing.

"You're playing a dangerous game, baby," he murmured darkly. "And now… I make the rules."

FALLING INTO THE TRAP