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 room was suffocating with heat—not from the storm outside, but from the fire burning between them.

Beren was trapped.

Emir's body caged her against the cold wall, his breath scorching against her skin. His dark green eyes—wild, obsessed, completely unhinged—were locked onto hers.

"Say it," he murmured, his voice dripping with raw hunger. "Say you're mine."

Beren's fingers curled into fists. "I belong to no one."

A wicked smirk played on Emir's lips before he moved—fast, merciless. His hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing—just holding, just owning. His thumb dragged along her pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch.

"Liar." His voice was silk and steel, deadly and intoxicating all at once.

Beren gasped, her hands flying to his wrist, nails digging into his skin. But did she push him away? No.

But the way he was looking at her—**like she was something to ruin, something to break and put back together in his image—left her helpless.

"Shhh, Butterfly." His lips brushed against her ear, sending a violent shiver down her spine. "You can keep lying to yourself, but your body knows the truth."

He yanked her closer, their bodies flush against each other. Her abs, his strength, the undeniable friction—everything burned.

His fingers trailed down, down, until they gripped her waist, pulling her against him.

"Feel that?" His voice was dark, teasing. "That's what you do to me."

Beren's breath hitched. "You're insane."

Emir laughed—deep, sinful, dangerous. "For you? Always."

His lips slanted over hers again, taking, claiming, devouring.

This wasn't romance. This was war.

His teeth dragged along her bottom lip before he bit down, hard.

He growled. "Mine."

And then—he kissed her like he wanted to ruin her.

Beren melted—and Emir? He felt it, he knew it, and he loved it.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling, tilting her head back as his lips trailed down—her jaw, her throat, the edge of her collarbone.

"Say it, Butterfly," he whispered against her skin. "Say you're mine,You're the devil's butterfly."

Beren's nails dug into his shoulders, her head spinning.

She had two choices: fight him, or surrender.

And God help her… she wanted to surrender.

Devotion or Destruction?