"Nothing you have lived in life can disappear. Everything leaves its mark. Someone calls it fate, someone calls it chance. I can only say that everything that happened in Marbella remains in Marbella. But what happened in our hearts..."

Ferit Korhan knew he had lost the moment his gaze turned to her, "the beauty of antep" his mind led him to believe that he was the one in charge of the game, but Seyran did not leave it easy. There was something in Seyran that did not fit into everything he had known, of course he had a strong attraction to her, one that perhaps he never felt, but how could he call the incessant need for belonging that he wanted from her?, because she was hers, no one could hurt or touch her, only he. This is a first-mover competition. Set in Chapter 16 of Yali Capkini or before everything went overboard with the bow of Ferit and Pelin. I'm going to concentrate on developing the traumas of the characters because I think it is extremely important for their evolution and growth in a healthy way.

Every part will just be a random seyfer scenes from my head ❤️‍🩹

Ferit Korhan sabía que había perdido en el momento en que su mirada la enfoco a ella, "la belleza de antep" su mente le hizo creer que el era el que llevaba las riendas del juego, pero Seyran no se la deja fácil. Había algo en Seyran que no encajaba en todo lo que había conocido, claro que tenía una fuerte atracción hacia ella, una que tal vez jamás sintió, pero cómo podía llamar a la incesante necesidad de pertenencia que quería de ella, porque ella era suya, nadie podía lastimarla o tocarla, sólo él. Esto es una competencia de quien se rinde primero. Ambientado en el capítulo 16 de Yali Capkini o antes de que todo se fuera por la borda con el arco de Ferit y Pelin. Me voy a concentrar en desarrollar los traumas de los personajes porque creo que es sumamente importante para su evolución y crecimiento de una manera sana.