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The black car rolled into the compound at dusk.
Demir stepped out, trench coat swaying behind him, his eyes hidden behind tinted sunglasses — though the sun had already dipped behind the hill.
The guards stiffened.
The doors opened for him without a word.
And silence wrapped the building like a secret.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t stop.
He was looking for someone.
Two someones.
in Aya’s Training
In the converted infirmary, Aya stood beside a table lined with surgical tools.
Her jaw clenched.
Gloves tight.
Eyes dull.
A woman in a white coat barked orders behind her:
“Again — sterilize, compress, inject!”
Aya moved automatically. Not fast. Not slow.
Precise. Efficient. Cold.
The instructor muttered under her breath.
“She’s stubborn. But she learns.”
Aya caught the comment. Said nothing.
She just wanted to leave.
To run.
To burn something again.
And to upset Demir, especially when she sees him angry with Lara's husband.
She hadn’t seen the man standing at the glass window behind her.
Watching.
Demir.
And for a flicker of a second —
when Aya turned, sensing someone —
Their eyes met.
And his stomach tightened.
Why? He thought the rice he ate for lunch was spoiled when his stomach ached upon see aya
in Judy’s Training
Outside, in the sand-covered training yard, Judy dodged a kick, then landed a blow to her opponent’s ribs.
She wasn’t just good —
She was mad.
Focused. Fast.
Bruised. Alive.
The trainer smirked.
“She hits like she’s been fighting for years.”
Judy rolled her eyes.
“No. Just growing up with brothers.”
She turned, wiping sweat from her forehead.
And there he was.
Demir.
Watching her too.
She stared back, then made a face like:
What? You impressed now, warlord?
He didn’t smile.
But something in his jaw moved — like control cracking.
Back in His Office
Demir dropped into the leather chair and stared at the security monitors.
Aya.
Judy.
Two girls from a world so far from his — and yet, they were shaking the ground beneath him.
His assistant knocked.
“Shall I schedule another round of evaluations, sir?”
Demir didn’t look up.
“No.”
“Sir?”
“Let them rest tonight. No drills. No orders.”
A pause.
“Just… watch them. Quietly.”
In the security footage:
Aya was sitting alone in the infirmary now.
Hands still gloved.
Eyes lost.
Back perfectly straight.
And Judy?
She was helping a new girl tie her wrist bandage. Laughing. Alive. Fierce.
Demir watched both screens.
And muttered under his breath:
“What are you doing to me…”
------------Tomorrow at lunchtime poor Demir was eating his food until------------------------
The lunch hall was buzzing —
Guards, trainees, a few instructors —
but none of them mattered the moment Judy walked across the room with purpose in her steps and fire in her chest.
Demir sat alone at the far end — black shirt, sleeves rolled, papers beside him untouched.
He looked up the moment she approached.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t smile.
Just… waited.
She placed her tray down like it was a sword.
“We need to talk.”
Demir leaned back slowly.
“You always enter like you’re kicking down doors.”
“Only when someone’s being an idiot.”
He raised an eyebrow.
She sat down across from him.
“Let us go.”
“Excuse me?”
“Me and Aya. You’ve had your fun. You’ve trained us. We get it.
But this isn’t a prison. Right?”
Silence.
“She’s not meant to be here, Demir. She never was.”
and now Demir Reacts
He stared at her for a long, cold second.
“You came to negotiate… for her?”
“I came to protect her.”
“You’re not her bodyguard.”
“No. I’m her sister. Maybe not by blood — but by choice. And that’s stronger.”
Demir’s jaw clenched.
He thought to himself what is this now
Judy saw it — and smiled slightly.
“What? You don’t like that someone loves her enough to fight for her?”
“No.”
He leaned forward, voice darker now.
“I don’t like that someone thinks they can take her from me.”
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The Moment of Truth
Judy blinked.
“Take her? She’s not yours.”
His eyes flared.
She stood up slowly.
“So. Are you going to let us go?”
He stood too.
Too fast.
Too close.
And in a moment he didn’t fully mean —
words escaped him like a confession dressed as a threat.
“You?” he growled. “Maybe.”
“But her?”
“Never.”
Silence Falls
Judy froze.
The hall felt too quiet suddenly.
Even the air seemed to pause.
She looked at him — not afraid.
Just… stunned.
“You don’t even hear yourself, do you?”
Demir didn’t move.
“That’s not power, Demir. That’s obsession.”
She grabbed her tray.
“You should ask yourself what you really want—
And what you’ll destroy trying to keep it.”
And just like that, she left.
Leaving Demir alone.
Shaken.
Silent.
And realizing…
He just admitted to himself
the one girl in the world
he can’t let go of.
Okay, how did this all start?
It didn’t start with momment.
It wasn’t dramatic.
There was no music, no slow motion, no realization that this was it.
It began with a glance.
A short, irritated glance from Aya, as she stood in the hallway of his compound, arms crossed, eyes full of bored rage — like she wanted to burn the place down with her mind.
Demir had walked by, speaking with his men.
She didn’t bow her head.
Didn’t move aside.
She just… looked at him.
As if to say:
You’re not scary. You’re pathetic.
Well, the reason for this is that she wanted to eat watermelon, but when she asked the people in charge about the food, they told her that she should thank us for giving her food that will keep her alive, not for her to make conditions about the food.
The First Crack
The next time he saw her, she was in the infirmary.
Being trained.
Surgical gloves too tight.
The instructor yelling.
And Aya? Silent. Furious. Focused.
Demir stood behind the glass, arms folded, unreadable.
Until—
She dropped the syringe tray.
Needles everywhere.
The others flinched.
Aya didn’t.
She bent, picked them up slowly, like nothing mattered less than failure, and then said coldly:
“At least now we know how not to do it.”
Demir… laughed.
It shocked even him.
The Small Humiliations Begin
He tried to test her.
Once, he brought her a tray himself — unannounced.
Aya stared at him like he was a waiter who got the order wrong.
“You want me to thank you for food you made me eat in a prison?”
Demir blinked.
“It’s grilled salmon—”
“It’s still a cage.”
She didn’t touch it.
He walked out angry.
And ended up finishing her untouched salmon later, standing in the hallway, still confused why it bothered him.
She Made Him… Clumsy
He used to walk through the halls and people would part like water.
But Aya?
She made him trip.
Not literally —
But he forgot his own orders.
Missed half a meeting once because he saw her training Judy outside and just… watched.
One day he opened a door and walked straight into a supply closet instead of the office next to it because he was thinking about something she’d said the day before.
The guard behind him coughed.
He shut the closet door and said coldly:
“Say a word and I’ll bury you in that mop bucket.”
The Way She Spoke to Him
She didn’t beg.
She didn’t ask.
She insulted.
She corrected.
Once during dinner, he said something about “discipline and control” to a table of trainees. Aya, sitting silently, suddenly muttered:
“Control’s just fear with a better PR team.”
He looked at her.
She met his gaze.
Didn’t flinch.
He almost choked on his water.
The Dream He Couldn’t Escape
He tried to sleep.
Aya haunted him.
Not in lace. Not in silk.
In scrubs.
Blood on her gloves.
A scowl on her lips.
Telling him he was a coward.
“You think you control this world?
But you can’t even control yourself around me.”
He’d wake up… furious.
And want to see her immediately.
But then act like he hadn’t.
“Bring her in. For more training,” he’d mutter.
Even when it wasn’t her rotation.
The Moment He Knew
It wasn’t during a fight.
Or a threat.
Or even a joke.
It was when she passed him one afternoon in the hallway, hands covered in iodine, no makeup, no words — just nodded at him.
And he…
Nodded back.
Felt his chest twist.
Then stood there after she left and whispered to himself:
“I’m in trouble.”
Demir sat in his office that night, head in his hand, watching her on the surveillance screen.
She was helping Judy with her bruised wrist.
Not smiling.
Not talking.
Just… present.
He whispered into the silence:
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
He didn’t know if he wanted to protect her…
Or if she was the one he needed protection from.
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