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

Midnight – Emir's Underground Lair

Beren paced back and forth, phone in hand. Selim was reckless, but he wasn't stupid. Yet, he had provoked the Devil himself.

She didn't feel sorry for him. She just didn't want to deal with Emir's rage.

📩 "What did you do to him?" she texted.

📩 "Left him breathing. For now."

📩 "Come and see for yourself, Butterfly."

Beren clenched her jaw. Why did he always have to be like this?

She grabbed her coat and stormed out. If Emir wanted her to witness his madness, she'd walk right into the fire.

The Warehouse – A Familiar Face Returns

The moment Beren stepped inside, the metallic scent of blood hit her.

Seated like a queen on a throne of destruction.

Beren froze, her grip tightening on her coat.

Ece smirked. "Miss me?"

Before Beren could reply, she felt a presence behind her. Warmth. Electricity. Danger.

His fingers brushed her shoulder as he walked past, his entire focus locked on Ece.

"I thought I buried you," Emir murmured, his voice low, lethal.

Ece tilted her head, her smile wicked. "You tried, my love. You failed."

Beren's stomach twisted. "Love?"

Emir chuckled, dark and humorless. "Don't flatter yourself, Ece. You were nothing but a lesson I don't need to relearn."

Ece stood gracefully, stepping toward Emir.

"And what about her?" Ece's eyes flicked to Beren, filled with something dangerous. "You think she's different?"

Then—Emir laughed.

He grabbed Beren's wrist and yanked her forward.

Beren barely had time to react before Emir's lips crashed against her ear.

"Different?" he whispered. "No, Butterfly. She's worse."

And then, right in front of Ece, he kissed Beren.

Beren's heart stopped.

Selim watched, amused. "This just got interesting."

Ghosts of the Past