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 air between them was **electric, dangerous—**a battlefield of dominance and defiance.

Beren's breath was uneven, her body betraying her with every shiver. Emir was intoxicating. A poison she couldn't resist.

But she refused to fall first.

"You think you can own me?" Her voice was sharp, challenging.

Emir chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns against her skin. "Oh, Butterfly, I don't think. I know."

His grip tightened on her waist, dragging her closer. "You're already mine. Your body knows it. Your soul knows it. You're just too stubborn to admit it."

Beren's nails scraped against his chest, a warning, a threat. "And what if I say no?"

Emir's eyes darkened, his smirk sharpening into something more... feral. "Then I'll just have to remind you."

He pushed her against the wall, trapping her completely, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Every single time you fight me, Butterfly, you only make me want you more."

His teeth dragged along her jawline, slow, teasing.

"You drive me insane, Beren."

His voice was low, wrecked, obsessed.

Beren's fingers clenched around his arms—his strong, veiny arms.

Emir laughed, a deep, wicked sound. "Oh, sweetheart." His hand slid down, gripping her thigh, lifting it against his hip. "Suffering was never the plan."

He tilted her head back, his lips hovering over hers, a whisper away.

"Owning you, breaking you, making you crave me like I crave you—that was always the plan."

Beren's heartbeat slammed against her ribs. She should push him away. She should fight.

She kissed him first.

Emir's control snapped.

His hands were everywhere, his grip possessive, his kiss rough, desperate, like he wanted to consume her.

But somehow, she felt like she was the one losing herself.

The Final Descent