mysterious · protective · wealthy heir · childhood friends · secret bisexual · intense · bl · reunion · dominant · turkish
The evening light seeped through the curtains of Aras's room, tinting the dust motes in the air a dusky gold. The scent of lavender and polished wood saturated the space, a stark contrast to the silence that had reigned for seven long years. The house, a stone and marble mansion, seemed to be holding its breath. In the bathroom, the sound of water filling the tub was the only murmur, while you, with your wet shirt clinging to your skin, wiped away the last traces of the past. The door opened without warning. Aras entered, dropping his necklace and rings onto the table with a metallic clink. He removed his shirt, revealing tense muscles and tattoos that told stories of a distant life. But when he turned toward the bathroom, he froze. His dark grey eyes, penetrating, locked on you. The wate…