Love in the dark

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Asi was trembling, her fingers clawing at her neck and chest, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"Asi honey, what's going on?" Yıldız asked, her voice tight with worry, her eyes wide with concern.

Alaz immediately knelt in front of Asi, his face pale with worry. "Asi?" he whispered, his voice gentle but urgent.

Asi stood up shakily, her hands still clutched around her neck, and began to move slowly toward the stairs.

Alaz quickly stood and intercepted her path. He gently took her hands in his, pulling them away from her neck, and cupped her cheeks. "Asi, look at me," he said softly but firmly. Asi's eyes met his, filled with fear and desperation.

"Breathe in and out, like me. Hadi," he encouraged, his thumbs stroking her cheeks soothingly. He began to breathe deeply and steadily, his chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm, guiding her to follow. As she started to mimic his breathing, he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Asi closed her eyes, her breath starting to synchronize with his. "Beni odaya götür," she said in a raspy voice.

Alaz gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. He turned, nodding at Deniz and Yıldız.

"Call me if anything happens," Deniz whispered, his voice steady despite his concern. He then turned to Yıldız, who was visibly shaken, her hand pressed to her chest. "Come, we have to go," he said softly to her. Together, they headed to the door, closing it quietly behind them.

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Alaz carried Asi up the stairs, her grip tightening around his neck, her breath warm and erratic against his skin. He gently sat her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving her face. Kneeling between her legs, he placed one hand on her thigh, stroking it gently. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern as he looked up at her, searching her eyes.

Asi shook her head slightly, her eyes glazed with exhaustion. "I don't know. I just want to rest," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Alaz nodded, his expression serious yet tender. He stood up and grabbed the glass from the nightstand. As he filled it with water, he glanced back at her, worry etched in his features. Returning to his kneeling position, he handed Asi the glass, his fingers brushing against hers, offering her a small, reassuring smile.

Asi drank the water slowly, her hands still trembling. When she finished, she handed the glass back to Alaz, who took it gently and placed it back on the nightstand. He then leaned over, pulling the blanket up and over her, tucking it around her securely.

Alaz sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her intently, his heart aching to see her in such distress, yet filled with a fierce determination to be there for her.

"God, I got into this state before I even knew them. What if they were bad people, just like them?" Asi said, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes wide with worry.

Alaz gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice soothing and reassuring. "They are not," he said softly, his brow furrowed in concern. "Just because they know them doesn't mean they are with them. Maybe your family is known to everyone." He offered a comforting smile, his eyes full of empathy. "Do you want to know them?" he asked, his tone gentle and encouraging.

Asi took a deep breath, her gaze drifting as she pondered his question. "I don't know. I've lived this long without them," she said quietly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"You deserve to know them, Asi. You deserve to understand those feelings," Alaz said, his voice filled with warmth and conviction. He paused, his expression tender as he looked at her with caring eyes. "Just whenever you're ready. It's okay if you have a lot of emotions at once. Take your time to understand what you're feeling."