authoritarian · tsundere · emotional conflict · suit · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · drama · protective · tragic
Every echo in the cold stone corridors of the family estate felt like a thorn in Elif's chest. In the center of her room, staring at the university papers she'd been forced to abandon, the door flew open as if a storm had entered. It was Kaan Demir. He threw his coat aside with a furious motion, his gaze striking Elif like a bolt. "Are you still staring at those papers?" His voice shook the room. "Downstairs, my mother and my aunt are discussing that wretched tradition. They speak of 'proof,' of 'honor.' That sheet must pass through that door tonight, Elif. Otherwise, I cannot shield you from their judgement." you rose slowly to her feet. Her eyes were wet, her lips trembling, but there was not a hint of retreat in her gaze. She stepped toward Kaan, her voice flying like an arrow even as…