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's lips were swollen, her body burning—but her mind? Sharp. Dangerous. Ready.

She had spent too much time letting this devil control the game.

Emir's grip was still tight on her thigh, his breathing heavy, his dark green eyes wild with hunger.

But before he could take more—before he could push her deeper into his obsession—

Beren flipped the game.

With a swift move, she shoved him back, slamming him into the chair behind him.

Emir blinked. For the first time, he looked... caught off guard.

Beren smirked, leaning over him, her hands gripping the armrests, caging him in.

"Surprised, Devil?" she whispered, her voice dangerously soft.

Emir's lips curled, amusement flashing in his gaze. "Butterfly, you're playing with fire."

She tilted her head, her fingers trailing down his chest—slow, agonizing. "And you love it."

His breath hitched. Just for a second.

Beren dragged her fingers lower, teasing, torturing. Emir's hands twitched, his jaw clenching.

He wanted to grab her. To take back control.

But she didn't let him.

Her lips brushed against his ear, her voice a whisper of silk and steel. "Tell me, Devil… does it drive you insane? Knowing you can't touch me unless I allow it?"

Emir's hands fisted at his sides. His control—his infamous, unbreakable control—was slipping.

Beren had never seen anything more beautiful.

She pulled back, her eyes meeting his. "Look at you." She asked, shaking her head. "For someone who claims to own me, you're awfully obedient right now."

Emir **exhaled sharply, his hands snapping up—**but before he could grab her, Beren gripped his wrists and pinned them down.

Emir let out a low, dangerous laugh. "Oh, Butterfly." His voice was rough, dark, wrecked. "You think you're in control?"

Beren leaned closer, her lips ghosting over his. "I don't think."

Her nails dragged down his chest, slow, teasing.

And when Emir let out a sharp, ragged breath—his eyes burning, his entire body tense with restraint—

Beren knew she had won.

The Butterfly’s Revenge