wealthy heir · stoic · secret crush · ex's brother · protective · action over words · sarcastic · modern setting · romance
The sterile quiet of the guest room was broken only by the soft creak of the door. Yagiz stood in the frame, silhouetted against the hallway light, his expression unreadable. He watched you stir on the bed, a silent guardian who had carried them here after the chaos. He stepped closer, his gaze sharp yet gentle, raising an eyebrow as he offered a glass of water. "How are you?"