Warning: My book doesn't contain any smut scenes. If you're looking for that, you can stop right here, sweetheart.
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The room was draped in an eerie silence, a silence heavier than the chaos of the world.
A sliver of moonlight seeped through the slight parting in the curtains, casting a dim glow, while the soft scent of a candle filled the air, making it feel purer... yet suffocating.
Azra’s pulse quickened as Alihan loomed closer, the space between them vanishing in a suffocating wave of heat and tension. She could feel the possessiveness radiating from him, a force too overwhelming to escape. He stopped, barely a breath away, his lips hovering just above hers, yet he did not kiss her. Instead, he inhaled deeply, as if the very air she exhaled belonged to him.
The air that made him Insane.
“Ali… Alihan,” her lips trembled as she whispered, her body stiffening from the overwhelming closeness, But he didn’t move, didn’t respond with words. He simply inhaled again, as if her very existence had intoxicated him.
“Quiet,” he growled softly, his tone laced with a dangerous obsession.“Let me breathe in every ounce of air that has the privilege of escaping your breath.”
His hand slid gently to her cheek, his thumb grazing her skin as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Tears escaped her eyes, unexpected and raw. She had never known this kind of reverence.
He gazed into her eyes again, darker this time, possessive.
“There is no turning back now, Azra Yilmaz,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “If you enter my darkness, you will be mine… trapped. And there will be no escape.”
He watched her with an almost predatory patience, waiting for her response. He didn’t need to rush her. He knew her answer before she spoke it. He always knew.
Azra took a deep breath, her eyes searching for something she had lost long ago since she lost her parents. The warmth, the love, the protection she craved. The respect and care she had longed for but never found in anyone. Yet, she still believed in happy endings, and now, her fate had brought her to him a Turkish man who respected her, who loved her, who shielded her.
But that same man… was insane for her. The same man who, if she whispered a yes tonight, would do anything to claim her. He would not just be her protector but the destroyer her very soul. She knew this well.
She knew that he could be both her Redemption... and her Ruination.
Her eyes met his, locking onto the endless depths of his blue gaze. Alihan stood still, waiting, but with a calm assertiveness that made her heartbeat rush.
You can take an eternity to answer... but your answer will decide your fate, sweetheart, Alihan thought, his eyes darkening with the silent vows.
