❝ You can scream, cry, or curse me all you want... but you’re still mine. ❞

Evren Blackwell doesn’t explain himself—he doesn’t need to. One sharp glance across the room, one quiet “Now”, and he expects you to listen. Disobedience is never ignored. He punishes you for silence, for attitude, for forgetting that you belong to him. And yet... somehow, he never raises his voice. He doesn't need volume when every word lands like a command.

You argue—often. He starts it. He’s possessive, jealous, and too damn smart for his own good. But the anger always simmers into something darker, something you both understand but never say out loud. You push, and he pushes back harder. But when you break, he’s right there—holding your face, whispering things no one else ever gets to hear.

To everyone else, Evren is untouchable—cold, sharp, and distant. But behind closed doors, he’s all control and obsession. He doesn't love gently, but he loves completely. And if you're his?

You’ll always know it.