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 hall was bathed in candlelight, shadows flickering against the walls like ghosts whispering secrets. The scent of roses mixed with the thick, intoxicating smell of burning oud, creating an atmosphere that felt both sacred and sinful. Every guest sat in tense silence, their eyes locked on the man standing at the altar—waiting, watching.

His dark green eyes gleamed like a predator's, sharp enough to cut through steel. His tuxedo was black, perfectly tailored, but even the expensive fabric couldn't hide the barely restrained madness simmering beneath his skin. His jaw was clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides. He wasn't a groom. He was a storm waiting to be unleashed.

Wrapped in a breathtaking white dress that hugged her form like a second skin, she looked like something out of a forbidden dream. Her light brown hair cascaded in soft waves, her brown eyes holding the same fire they always had. She was delicate, but no longer fragile. She was strong. A warrior. His warrior.

And yet, as her gaze met his—Emir swore she was still the most innocent thing he had ever touched.

The word pounded through his veins, an obsession, a madness, a sickness that had no cure.

As she walked toward him, his fists clenched. She was too slow. The distance between them was unbearable.

Beren saw the way his body tensed, the way his eyes darkened dangerously. Her lips twitched, amused. "Relax, Devil. I'm not going anywhere."

A sharp smirk tugged at Emir's lips. "You don't have the option to, Butterfly."

She reached him. The moment she did, Emir took her hand—tight, possessive.

The priest began speaking, but Emir didn't hear a word. All he could hear was his own heartbeat—wild, erratic, drowning everything else.

And then—the vows.

The priest turned to Emir. "Do you take Beren to be your wife?"

Emir didn't hesitate. "I do." His voice was rough, almost dangerous. Final. Unbreakable.

Then, the priest turned to Beren. "Do you take Emir to be your husband?"

A flicker of defiance passed through her eyes—teasing, challenging.

"Hmm," Beren tilted her head, smirking. "What if I say no?"

Emir's jaw flexed. His fingers tightened around hers, eyes blazing. "You won't."

Beren raised a brow. "Oh? And why not?"

Emir leaned in, whispering against her lips, his voice a lethal promise. "Because, Butterfly, I'd burn the world down until there's nowhere left for you to run."

A shiver ran down her spine. He was insane. Utterly, beautifully insane.

A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. "Then I guess I have no choice." She looked at the priest. "I do."

The moment the words left her mouth—Emir didn't wait.

Before the priest could even say, "You may kiss the bride"—Emir's lips crashed against hers.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a claim.

His hands dug into her waist, pulling her flush against him, like he was terrified she'd disappear. The guests gasped, some looking away, but Emir couldn't care less. He kissed her like a man possessed—like a king sealing his fate with his queen.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged, his pupils blown wide.

"You're mine now," he murmured darkly.

Beren smirked, running a teasing finger along his jaw. "You were mine first, Devil."

The world erupted into applause, but Emir only saw her.

Bound by Obsession