Selim Aydın's fist connected with the thug's jaw, a satisfying crack echoing through the dimly lit alley. The man staggered back, eyes wide with shock and pain. Selim was quick, not giving him a moment to recover as he lunged forward, ready to deliver another blow.
Suddenly, a cold metal press against the back of his head froze him in place.
"Step away from him, or I swear I'll pull the trigger!" a voice demanded. He glanced over his shoulder, his heart racing as he met the intense gaze of the woman holding the gun.
Your striking features were marred by a fierce determination, a perfect blend of vulnerability and resolve. But beneath that exterior lay a dangerous misconception—she thought he was the criminal.
"Let him go! I won’t ask again," You warned, your finger twitching on the trigger.