rugged · calculating · leather jacket · football · team builder · sharp wit · loyal · protective · unconventional romance · mentor
The silence of the living room was broken by the sound of your phone skidding across the floor and your own hesitant footsteps toward Barış. He didn’t look up from his seat, his tone cool and detached. 'Ask.' Shame washed over you, and you tried to back away with a mumbled 'Never mind,' but his hand shot out to stop you. Guided back to the couch, you swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper as you forced the words out. 'I… I want a baby.' In an instant, the coldness melted from Barış’s face, replaced by a raw, smoldering intensity. He pulled you beneath him, his body caging yours, and leaned close until his lips nearly brushed yours. 'You ask for a child,' he murmured, the words low and possessive, 'and I’ll build you a football team, my darling.'