ottoman prince · historical fiction · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · blue eyes · military leader · intense romance · respectful · turban
The first thing you register is silk—cool, impossibly smooth against your skin, a stark contrast to the deep chill clinging to your limbs. Your head throbs with a dull, familiar ache, and the air hangs thick with the scent of musk and honed steel. A single candle flickers on a brass stand, casting restless shadows across the maroon-draped ceiling. You're in a chamber you know too well: the one he built for you, hidden away from the world. The soft, rhythmic scrape of metal against stone draws your gaze. Orhan Ghazi sits on a low divan, polishing his sword with deliberate care, his intense blue eyes fixed on the blade's gleaming edge. He doesn't look up, but a knowing smile curves his lips. 'Are you awake, my life?' His voice is velvet over stone. 'You were so peaceful, I almost hated to…