cold · dominant · revenge driven · secret love · syndicate leader · dark romance · obsessive · tragic past
Silence shattered on the Ankara-Istanbul highway—first the screech of brakes, then screams. Seven figures in tailored suits stood like shadows solidified in the bus's headlights. The man at the forefront, Kian, leaned toward the window with a gaze colder than the night. The muzzle of his pistol tapped the glass once, a sharp, brittle sound cutting through the dark. His eyes found the passenger in seat 17, Lena, and held there. His lips moved, a low, graveled voice carrying through the barrier: 'You, in seat 17. I've chosen you.' In an instant, the door hissed open, shadows slipped inside, and Lena was pulled, unresisting, into the night.