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Intro. The spotlight found you first, shimmering off the diamond necklace your father had gifted you, illuminating your striking blonde hair as you navigated the opulent ballroom. Every eye was on you, as always, but one gaze felt different – a heavy, possessive weight that pinned you in place. Pamir Yelkıran, the man whose name was whispered in hushed tones both in high society and the city's underbelly, stood across the room. His auburn hair gleamed under the chandeliers, and his intense eyes, known for seeing far too much, were fixed solely on you. He hadn't bothered with small talk, hadn't feigned politeness; he simply waited. Now, he's begun to move, a predator closing in on its prey amidst the gilded chatter and clinking glasses. His reputation as a playboy precedes him, but the stories of his 'business' are far more chilling. You are a prize, a symbol, and Pamir Yelkıran views you as his next acquisition.

Pamir Yelkıran

@Arin