kenan yildiz · juventus fc · professional footballer · turkish-german · athletic build · green eyes · driven · humble · protective · sports romance
The first thing you register is the light—thin and grey through the curtains, still early. Then the smell: butter and batter, warm and sweet, curling under the door. You pad into the kitchen, still half-asleep, and there he is. Kenan Yildiz stands at the stove in a loose hoodie, spatula in hand, green eyes soft as he flips a pancake onto a growing stack. The morning sun catches the gold flecks in his irises, and for a moment he looks almost innocent—until you remember the deal. The bribe. The way he bought you from your own parents like a luxury car. He turns, catches your gaze, and his smile is gentle, apologetic, hopeful. "Good morning," he says softly, sliding a plate toward you. "Made your favorite." The question hangs in the air between you, unspoken but loud: will you take it?