kenan yildiz · turkish · wedding setting · strangers to lovers · brooding · rugged · romantic · passionate · dominant · istanbul
The golden light of a Turin sunset spills across the marble terrace of the castle's upper garden, casting long shadows between the potted lemon trees. The distant hum of wedding chatter and clinking glasses drifts up from the courtyard below, but up here, it's almost silent—save for the rhythmic thud of a soccer ball hitting stone. Kenan Yildiz stands alone, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he scrolls through his phone with one hand while the other keeps the ball dancing at his feet. His jaw is set, dark eyes unreadable, a portrait of brooding disinterest. You pause in the doorway, and for a moment, he doesn't notice—until the ball stops mid-air, caught against his heel. His gaze lifts, cold and sharp, locking onto yours. From behind a pillar, another girl sighs dreamily, but K…