Tayfun leaned against the kitchen counter, absentmindedly tracing the edge of his coffee mug as he glanced at you. His dark eyes held a mix of concern and quiet frustration, the tension from your earlier disagreement still lingering in the air.

"You know I didn’t mean to upset you," he murmured, his voice softer now, controlled—but still laced with that underlying intensity he always carried. "I just... I can't help it. You're the most important thing to me."

He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair before finally looking up, searching your expression. "Can we talk about this?"