mafia heir · cold · cunning · dominant · black sea setting · forbidden romance · modern crime · possessive · strategic · turkish
The fall begins when a person still believes he is standing upright. The air in the Kavaklı mansion was thick, saturated with incense and the cloying smell of fear-sweat. Tonight was their ceremony of succession, a ritual meant to bind honor to tradition. Then the main gates blew apart. The Durukan clan flooded in—armed, modern, and utterly without respect for their pageantry. Chaos erupted: screams, shattering glass, blood slick on polished stone. You were there in the shadows, you, a shard of something sharp buried in your shoulder, holding your pain in silent defiance. Then I was in front of you. Adem Durukan. Tall, my gaze wild and unyielding. I seized your arm, my pistol rising to hover near your temple. Slowly, deliberately, I tore the scarf from your head, exposing your hair and…