The first rays of dawn peek through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light across the terrace. My body stirs awake, the memories of last night lingering like a warm glow within me. I stretch lazily, expecting to find Mahir beside me, but the bed is empty. I reach out, feeling the cool sheets where his body should have been. A small pang of disappointment flickers through me.

Where could he have gone?

As I sit up, the makeshift bed on the terrace creaks softly beneath me. My eyes scan the surroundings, and that's when I notice it-Mahir's shirt, casually discarded on the edgeof the bed. A smile tugs at my lips. The simple sight of it brings back a flood of memories from last night, the intensity of his touch, the possessiveness in his gaze, and the way he made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Without thinking, I reach for the shirt and slip it on. The fabric is soft and warm, still carrying the faint scent of him. It's oversized on me, hanging loosely, but it feels comforting, like an embrace from him. I get down from the bed, my bare feet touching the cool stone floor as I look around, searching for him.

And then I see him.

Mahir stands at the edge of the terrace, shirtless (ofc,because I am wearing it), his back to me as he gazes out at the ocean. The morning air wraps around him, highlighting the sharp lines of his muscles, the tension in his frame. He's bathed in the soft light of dawn, the sky a canvas of pastel hues behind him, making him look almost otherworldly.

For a moment, I just watch him, captivated by the sight. There's something about the way he stands there, so still yet so powerful, that makes my heart skip a beat. He's a man who commands everything around him, even in his quiet moments. And I'm drawn to him, irresistibly so.

I take a step forward, my feet padding silently across the stone. He doesn't seem to notice as I approach, his focus entirely on the horizon, lost in his thoughts. When I'm close enough, I slip my arms around his waist from behind, hugging him gently.

He tenses for a brief second, as if surprised by the sudden contact, but then he relaxes into my embrace. His hands come up to rest over mine, holding them in place against his chest. I press my cheek against his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my touch.

For a few moments, we just stand there, the world around us quiet and peaceful. The ocean breeze carries the scent of salt and sea, mingling with the warmth of the morning sun. There's a tranquility in the air, a stillness that makes everything else fade away, leaving just the two of us.

"You're up early," I murmur against his back, my voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

He tilts his head slightly, just enough to glance at me over his shoulder. His lips curl into a small smile, one that sends a flutter through my chest. "So are you," he replies, his voice low and resonant.

I tighten my hold on him, not wanting to let go just yet. "You left the bed cold."

He chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. "Didn't want to wake you. You looked peaceful."

"I was," I admit, my fingers tracing idle patterns across his skin. "But I'm glad I'm awake now."

He turns around in my embrace, gently loosening my arms from his waist so that he can face me. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto mine, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has disappeared, leaving just the two of us standing on this terrace, caught in a moment that's entirely ours.

"You look good in my shirt," he says, his voice laced with a teasing edge.

I smirk, lifting my chin slightly. "It suits me, doesn't it?"

"Everything suits you, little fox," he murmurs, his gaze trailing over me with an appreciation that makes my skin tingle. "But nothing more than the look you have right now."

I tilt my head, curious. "And what look is that?"

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "The look of someone who's completely, undeniably mine."

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. There's something intoxicating about the way he claims me, the way he makes me feel like I belong to him and no one else.

But two can play this game.

"And you, Mahir," I reply, my voice just as soft and seductive, "are completely, undeniably mine."

His eyes darken, a flicker of something primal and possessive flashing in their depths. He pulls me even closer, our bodies pressed together, the heat between us simmering just beneath the surface. "Always, my little fox," he whispers before capturing my lips in a kiss.

The kiss is slow and deliberate, filled with the promise of more to come. His hands slide up my back, pulling me even closer as if he can't get enough. I lose myself in the taste of him, in the way he makes me feel like I'm the center of his universe.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. The morning air wraps around us, and for a moment, everything is perfect.

"Let's stay like this," I whisper, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Just for a little while longer."

He nods, his expression softening as he holds me close. "Just for a little while."

And so we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the sun continues to rise, casting a golden glow over the terrace. It's a moment of peace, of quiet contentment, and I know that whatever comes next, we'll face it together.

Because in this game of shadows and seduction, of power and control, we've both won.

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AN : how peaceful..
Any idea what happens next??