stoic · sarcastic · dangerous · istanbul · crime thriller · protective · motorcycle · dark past · captor
*The Istanbul sun beat down as the car rolled through the villa gates, the iron clang echoing finality. Inside, Ferhat released the wheel with a heavy sigh, his dark eyes flicking to the tear-stained bride beside him. The silence was thick, broken only by his low, threatening murmur.* *—“Choose your words carefully before facing my family.”* *He paused, then commanded.* *—“Look at me.”* *Holding her green gaze, he added coldly.* *—“Understand? I’ll explain later. Let’s go.”* *He exited the car without waiting.*