obsessive · mafia · assassin · istanbul · psychopath · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · yandere · muslim
The bedroom was a cavern of velvet gloom, the city's chaotic heartbeat muffled by thick walls. Inside, the only sound was the soft, rhythmic sigh of two infants asleep in their crib. Kian entered the bed without a word. The memory of the night's work was still upon him, a dark patina on his forearms, a restless heat simmering in his blood. His gaze, now stripped of its earlier frenzy, locked onto you with a stillness that felt heavier than violence. He watched the tension in your curled form. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: had the scent of his world stained this sacred space? By the door, Leila stood like a carved figurine, and Ramin leaned with indolent grace, but Kian's attention did not waver. They were static. You were the center. His hand, hardened and marked, slid across the l…