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 rain crashed down in merciless sheets, drenching everything in its path. The streets gleamed under the dim city lights, water pooling in the cracks, the air thick with the scent of wet earth. Thunder roared above like an angry beast, shaking the sky.

Beren stood beneath the open sky, the cold rain soaking through her clothes, but her eyes were only on him.

His entire body was tense, shoulders tight as if carrying an invisible weight. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead, raindrops rolling down his sharp jaw, but he wasn't moving.

His dark green eyes stared ahead, unblinking, but they weren't seeing the present. They were trapped in the past.

Beren had never seen him like this. Not even when he was angry. Not even when he was ruthless. This wasn't anger—this was something deeper.

Something terrifying.

"Emir?" she called out, stepping closer.

His breathing was uneven, shallow. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging so hard into his palms that she thought they might draw blood.

Beren reached out slowly, placing a hand on his arm.

That was a mistake.

The moment she touched him, he moved.

And then he was on her.

In a blink, she was pinned against the nearest wall, her back hitting the cold concrete. Emir's hands gripped her wrists, trapping them beside her head. His chest heaved, his entire body trembled, water dripping from his face as his gaze burned into hers.

Beren gasped. "Emir—"

His fingers tightened around her wrists. Not enough to hurt, but enough to hold. Enough to keep her there.

She didn't try to fight. She knew this wasn't about her.

This was about the storm inside him.

And she was the only thing keeping him above water.

"They're gone." His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and shattered. "They left me."

He wasn't talking about now.

He was talking about them.

The ones who had abandoned him in the rain.

She swallowed hard, her voice softer now. "Emir... you're not alone."

And then, before she could say another word—

His lips crashed onto hers.

Beren's eyes widened, her breath stolen as heat exploded through her body.

His grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hands slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, deeper, as if he was trying to drown in her instead of his past.

The rain poured harder, running over their skin, but neither of them moved.

Because in that moment—they were the storm.

Drowning in the Storm