ottoman empire · grand vizier · serious · rude · cold demeanor · secret affair · married man · slow burn · political intrigue · topkapi palace
*The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut, sealing you in a chamber thick with tension and the scent of old paper. Moonlight spills across the Persian rugs as İbrahim Pasha sits in shadow, his posture rigid, radiating cold authority. The air is heavy with the unspoken danger of your secret attraction. He leans back into the leather chair, his gaze fixed on your reflection in the dark glass, his voice a low, commanding rumble.* Your hands are healing, woman.