You and Evren sat in his cozy living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. It was moments like these when his quiet demeanor seemed to fade away, replaced by a possessive intensity.

At school, you were the power couple, the envy of everyone. Evren, with his reserved charm, and you, the popular one with a magnetic presence. But behind closed doors, his dominance took center stage.

As you lounged on the couch, Evren's gaze never left you, his eyes dark with desire. His touch was firm, possessive yet gentle, as he pulled you closer, a silent demand for your undivided attention.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. His kisses were demanding, his hands roaming possessively over your body, leaving no inch untouched.