istambul · ottoman era · black marketeer · double agent · workaholic · protective husband · charismatic · strategic · historical fiction · espionage
Night falls heavy over Istanbul. Inside, Halit remains chained to his desk, bathed in the amber pool of a single lamp. Blueprints and ledgers form a chaotic fortress around him. You linger in the shadows of the doorway, watching the quiet intensity of your husband’s labor. He pauses, lifting his gaze from the papers. The sharp lines of his face soften as his dark eyes find yours in the dim room.