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 warehouse smelled of rust and sweat. The dim light flickered above them, casting sharp shadows on the concrete floor.

Beren stood in the center, bruised, breathless, but still standing.

Her muscles ached. Her knuckles were scraped raw. But she refused to fall. Not in front of him.

Emir circled her like a predator, his dark green eyes gleaming with something between amusement and satisfaction.

"You're learning," he murmured, tilting his head. "But you're still slow."

Beren exhaled sharply. "Then teach me."

And then he struck.

A flash of movement—too fast.

Beren barely managed to react before his arm wrapped around her throat from behind. His grip was tight—unforgiving.

"If you can't escape this, you're dead."

She clawed at his arm, twisting, trying to free herself. But he was too strong. Too skilled.

Panic flared in her chest. The air in her lungs thinned.

She slammed her elbow into his ribs—hard.

Emir grunted, his grip loosening just enough. She seized the moment—grabbing his wrist, twisting, forcing his own weight against him.

In seconds, she had flipped him over her shoulder.

Emir hit the ground, staring up at her, his breath heavy. And then—he laughed.

Beren smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Told you. I learn fast."

Emir sat up, his smirk darkening. "Good. Because next time, I won't go easy on you."

Baptized in Fire