Jeya_Rashique

Beneath the surface of Istanbul, in the shadows where the world dares not look, Emir reigns—a ghost, a weapon, a monster carved from betrayal. Abandoned as a child, he learned to survive in the blood-soaked underbelly of power until Kanat, a man with secrets of his own, took him in and forged him into something unstoppable.

Emir knows nothing of innocence. Nothing of softness. Nothing of the daughter Kanat kept hidden from him.

Beren.

Delicate. Sheltered. Too pure for a world like his. She should have never stepped into his underground lair. She should have never seen him like that—hands drenched in blood, eyes as dark as the sins he carries.

Now, she is tangled in his world, a world that will eat her alive.

Unless he teaches her how to survive it.

Unless he makes her just as dangerous as he is.

But some flames burn too close, some shadows whisper too sweetly, and some monsters… aren’t meant to be tamed.

 A dark, intense tale of power, obsession, and love laced with danger. Enter at your own risk.

The Devil's Butterfly

The underground lair was cloaked in darkness, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. A single dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows against the concrete walls. The silence was deafening—broken only by the slow, steady breaths of the man standing in the center of the room.

He had been abandoned as a child, left to survive in a world that had no place for weakness. His family had discarded him like he was nothing, leaving him to fend for himself in the cruel, unforgiving streets of Istanbul. Hunger, pain, betrayal—he had known them all before he had even learned what it meant to trust. He had fought, bled, and crawled his way to survival, never allowing himself to become a victim of fate.

Kanat, the man who had given him a name, a home, a purpose. He had pulled Emir out of the darkness, shaped him into something stronger, something more dangerous. But even Kanat had never been able to erase the fire of vengeance that burned within him.

Now, years later, Emir was no longer a helpless boy. He was a force of destruction, feared and respected in the underworld. He had built himself into a legend, a name whispered in terror.

And yet, here he was, standing in the aftermath of yet another kill, his hands soaked in blood.

His dark green eyes burned like a storm, his brown hair falling slightly over his forehead. His hands were still dripping onto the cold floor beneath him. At his feet lay the lifeless body of a man who had dared to cross him. His expression was unreadable, neither remorseful nor satisfied. It was just another night. Just another kill.

The weight of his past, his rage, and his thirst for vengeance had shaped him into the savage force he was now. No hesitation. No mercy.

And yet, in that dead silence, something shifted.

A soft creak. A presence. A whisper of curiosity that had no place in a world like his.

She had stepped inside, unknowingly crossing a threshold she was never meant to. Her delicate frame stood frozen at the entrance of the lair, her brown eyes wide with something between shock and confusion. The dim light barely touched her features, but Emir could see the innocence in them—the kind that had never known the darkness he lived in.

He turned slowly, his bloodstained hands still open, his gaze locking onto hers.

And yet, here she was—staring at him, at the blood, at the monster standing before her.

"Tum… kaun ho?" His voice was deep, laced with an edge of danger.

Beren took a hesitant step back, her breath caught in her throat. She had no idea what she had walked into. She had no idea that the man standing in front of her was not just her father's 'guest'—he was something far more lethal.

Emir narrowed his eyes, taking a slow step forward. "Tum yahan kaise aayi?"

Beren opened her mouth, but no words came out. What could she possibly say? That she had followed an unexplainable feeling? That something had pulled her here, into this abyss?

A slow smirk curved on Emir's lips, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. She was trembling—delicate, like a butterfly trapped in a storm. And yet, she hadn't run.

This night had just taken a turn he never expected.

And something told him—it was only the beginning.

The Silence Before the Storm