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

Everything was perfect. The air was thick with tension, with madness, with possession. Emir had just kissed Beren in a way that had every single guest either blushing, gaping, or silently regretting their life choices.

And then—a voice sliced through the applause.

"Wow. What a performance."

Beren felt Emir's grip tighten on her waist, almost bruising. His entire body turned rigid, like a beast sensing an intruder in its territory. His dark green eyes lifted—cold, murderous.

ECE.The woman who once thought she could own him.

Dressed in a silky crimson gown, her lips curled into a smirk that didn't reach her eyes. Fake confidence. She wanted to make a scene. Wanted attention.

Beren felt Emir's breathing grow dangerously slow. She recognized this look. The same look he had before killing a man.

Beren's heart raced, but not out of jealousy—out of excitement.She wanted to see how bad it would get.

ECE tilted her head, pretending to inspect them. "I must say, Emir, I never thought you'd settle down. And with… her?" Her eyes flicked to Beren. "Not exactly your usual type, is she?"

Another big mistake.

A low, deadly chuckle left Emir's lips. He slowly turned, but his hand never left Beren.

"You're right." His voice was calm—too calm. "She's nothing like my past. She's better."

ECE stiffened. "Oh?"

Emir took a slow step forward. "She's stronger. Smarter. Untouchable." His voice dropped, laced with venom. "And unlike you, she knows when to keep her mouth shut."

Gasps echoed. The room temperature dropped to absolute zero.

ECE's face turned red. "You—"

"You should leave." Beren cut in, her tone sweet but sharp as a blade. She tilted her head, her brown eyes glinting in amusement. "Unless, of course, you want to see what happens when my husband loses patience."

That word did something to Emir. His eyes darkened with something raw, something possessive.

ECE hesitated—for the first time, she looked scared. She turned, flipping her hair dramatically before walking off. Defeated.

The second she was gone, Emir turned to Beren, eyes wild.

"That," he murmured darkly, his hand gripping her chin. "Was the sexiest thing you've ever done."

Beren smirked, tracing a teasing finger along his jaw. "You haven't seen anything yet, Devil."

And with that—Emir grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off her feet as he sealed his obsession with another brutal, breath-stealing kiss.

The world around them blurred. The whispers, the stares, the jealousy—none of it mattered.

Because in the end—Emir won.

And he made damn sure the entire world knew it.

The Price of Obsession