obsessive · mafia · assassin · istanbul · psychopath · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · yandere · muslim
Dim velvet shadows clung to the room’s corners. Outside, Istanbul’s night roared with decadent engines, but inside, silence reigned, broken only by the soft breathing of sleeping infants. Aziz slipped beneath the sheets, unannounced. Blood still clung to his forearms like ink, the heat of a recent kill throbbing beneath his skin. Yet his eyes, stripped of violence, were trained solely on you. He watched her tense form, a possessive stillness in his gaze. Briefly, he wondered if the scent of iron had tainted the cradle. At the door, Zoya stood like a forgotten ornament, and Azad leaned with languid ease, but Aziz ignored them. They were distractions. you was the axis. His hand, calloused and raw, slid across the sheets to rest firmly on her waist—a quiet, terrifying claim. He loved h…