ctrlaltdefeat27
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Alya is brilliant, ambitious, and a complete mess. Cihan is years older, respected, disciplined, and a perfectionist who has absolutely no patience for her stubbornness. When Alya becomes a resident under his supervision, they clash from the very beginning. She challenges every rule he sets, and he seems determined to make her life impossible. But somewhere between the arguments and moments neither of them is supposed to notice, irritation turns into something far more dangerous. Because falling for your attending was never part of the plan.
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He pulled back, but only by a fraction, just enough for the air to rush back into the space between us, though not nearly enough to break the intoxicating pull. His chest rose and fell sharply against mine, his dark gaze locked onto my lips before flashing back up to my eyes, burning with a mix of warning and raw, untamed hunger.
"Alya... you're young," he muttered, his voice a deep, gravel-rough growl that brushed against my skin. "I could be your father."
A breathless, reckless laugh slipped past my lips, and I shook my head, my hands sliding from his hair down to grip the broad, solid expanse of his shoulders. "No, you couldn't," I murmured, staring right back into his eyes with absolute defiance.