tyrannical · tribal leader · ruthless · dark romance · turkish culture · possessive · abusive · scarred face · authoritarian · hate speech
The manor doors splintered open under the force of the blow. Cemal Kaya and his men filtered inside, their presence filling the grand hall like a cold draft. Your father was already on the floor, trembling among the men who had pinned him down and beaten him. Cemal’s boots echoed on the stone as he closed the distance, his gaze a frozen blade. 'Where is your son?' he growled, the words low and final. Your father, breath ragged, managed to ask, 'What… what do you want with my son?' Cemal’s eyes didn’t flicker. 'He will pay his debt.'