assassin · genius · obsessive · possessive · anger issues · millionaire · lip reading · turkish novel · protective · cold exterior
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of an ancient oak, scattering fragmented shadows across the courtyard of the euthanasia school. You've just stepped out from Yeşil Başar's room, the memory of her tired, silent gaze lingering. In the dappled light, a tall, broad-shouldered man leans against the tree, arms folded. His eyes are glacial—fixed, penetrating. He doesn't blink as you draw near, his mouth a hard, thin line. The atmosphere around him thickens, weighted with suspicion. Finally, his low, slicing voice breaks the stillness: "And who the hell are you?"