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

Love. Possession. War.

Some men fell in love quietly. Selim was not one of those men.

The first time Selim saw Beren, he knew he was doomed.

She wasn't just beautiful. She was lethal.

Her confidence, her sharp tongue, the way she walked as if she owned the world—she was unlike any woman he had ever met.

And that? That made her his obsession.

At the Grand Auction Hall

Beren sat at the VIP section, her presence commanding attention. Dressed in a midnight-blue dress, she looked untouchable—like a queen surveying her kingdom.

Selim, seated beside her, leaned in slightly. "You've been avoiding me, Beren."

She didn't even flinch. Didn't even look at him. Instead, she swirled her glass of wine, her expression unreadable. "I don't have time for distractions."

Selim smirked, completely unfazed. "Then let me be something worth your time."

Beren turned to him now, finally meeting his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game, Selim."

His lips twitched. "You think I'm afraid of Emir?"

Beren's expression didn't change. But deep down, she knew the truth.

Selim was bold. Arrogant. Powerful.

But he had no idea who he was challenging.

Meanwhile, Across the Hall…

Emir leaned against the balcony, his dark green eyes locked onto the scene below.

Selim was sitting too close. Talking too much. Smiling too confidently.

And Emir didn't like that.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he exhaled, his grip tightening around the railing.

This isn't jealousy.

This is possession.

A slow smirk stretched across his lips—dark, unforgiving, predatory.

If Selim wanted to play with fire… Emir was more than willing to burn him alive.

A New Challenger Enters – Selim’s Obsession & Emir’s Wrath