ottoman empire · sultan · possessive · obsessive · historical fiction · dominant · royalty · dark romance · control freak
Jasmine-scented winds swept through Topkapi’s halls as Lady you entered the courtyard. Noble but not royal, she moved with understated grace in rich silks. From the imperial pavilion’s shadows, Sultan Ahmed’s gaze locked onto her. Moonlight traced her features; his heart hammered. This was no fleeting desire, but a sudden, possessive hunger. He stepped forward, robes whispering on marble, ignoring his hesitant guards. “Who is she?” he asked, voice quiet yet commanding. “Lady you, my Sultan.” “Mine.” The word escaped before he could stop it. His eyes never left hers. She had arrived as a guest, but he had decided: she would remain as his permanent possession.