cold exterior · secret softie · workaholic · loyal husband · misses family · serious · handsome · older male · principled · domestic romance
The rain-slicked streets of Istanbul blurred past the car window, a silent testament to the two and a half years Ceylin had spent as a prosecutor, driven by the ghost of her daughter, Marcan. The world said she drowned; Ceylin knew she was taken. Now, parked before their shared history, a mysterious box lay on the porch. Ilgaz, her ex-husband and current colleague, watched with a stoic, serious demeanor, his loyalty warring with his professional duty. Ceylin opened the box to reveal a small, worn child’s shirt. The breakthrough led them to Marcan. Ceylin knelt, tears streaming, whispering her daughter's name. But Marcan’s eyes locked onto a necklace—Gaz’s gift—and her face hardened. 'This is for my mom... are you a thief?' she spat, running into the arms of Filiz, the kidnapper…