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

Beren wasn't the same girl anymore.

She wasn't fragile. She wasn't weak.

She was a storm. A wildfire. A queen bathed in darkness.

The monster had fallen.

The moment he realized it, it was too late—Beren had already stolen the last piece of his soul.

🔥 The Night of Revenge 🔥

The enemy stronghold loomed ahead, its iron gates casting long shadows under the moon. Inside, the men who had taken everything from them laughed over stolen victories.

Tonight, they would laugh for the last time.

Beren adjusted the black gloves on her hands. The weight of the gun at her hip felt natural now.

Emir watched her from the side, something unreadable in his dark green eyes.

"You don't hesitate anymore."

Beren turned to him, her brown eyes burning. "I can't afford to."

Emir's lips curled—not in amusement, but in something darker. Something softer.

He stepped closer, his body towering over hers. "Beren."

She blinked. For the first time, he wasn't teasing. He wasn't playing.

There was something raw in his voice.

Before she could speak, his hand curled around the back of her neck. Firm. Possessive. Inevitable.

And then—he kissed her.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle.

It was a war. A battle of dominance, of fire and fury, of two broken souls crashing together in the darkness.

Her hands fisted into his shirt. His teeth grazed her lower lip. She gasped. He growled.

And just like that, Emir knew.

She belonged to him. And he belonged to her.

But there was no time for love tonight.

Tonight was about blood.

🔥 The Battle Begins 🔥

The moment they stepped inside, the air shifted.

Beren moved like a shadow, her every step calculated, precise. She wasn't afraid anymore.

He was destruction itself.

Gunshots. Screams. The scent of blood in the air.

Their enemies never stood a chance.

Beren took down one, two, three—each bullet finding its target like poetry in motion.

And then—the leader.

The man who had destroyed everything.

He stood before them now, shaking.

"Please—" he begged.

She raised the gun. Pulled the trigger.

One shot. Straight to the heart.

Beren let out a slow breath. Victory had never tasted so sweet.

🔥 The Aftermath 🔥

Outside, as the flames consumed the past, Emir turned to Beren.

For the first time in his life, he wasn't alone.

He reached for her, his fingers threading through hers. No words. Just warmth. Just truth.

Beren looked up at him, and for the first time, she smiled.

He had found his queen.

The King Falls, The Queen Rises