Leyla's breath hitched as she heard the guard's voice.
"Who's there?"
Without wasting a second, she silently sprinted down the hallway, her feet barely making a sound against the cold marble floor.
"I can't get caught. Not now." she thought to herself.
Her sharp eyes darted around, searching for a place to hide. A door stood slightly ajar just a few steps ahead.
With a quick glance over her shoulder—the guard was approaching!—she slipped inside and shut the door softly behind her.
The room was dark.
Leyla pressed her back against the door, breathing heavily but quietly, straining her ears to listen.
The guard's footsteps neared… then slowed… then stopped right outside.
A shadow loomed under the door.
"Please don't open it. Walk away, walk away…" she thought.
After what felt like an eternity, the guard muttered something under his breath and moved away.
Leyla exhaled silently.
She finally turned to see where she had ended up. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she took in the familiar scent of cologne and leather.
Her heart skipped a beat.
This… was Ozan's room.
She had broken into the one place she should have stayed far away from.
Leyla pressed herself against the wall, hidden in the shadows, her breath shallow as she tried to steady her racing heart.
The door swung open, and Ozan stepped in, steam still clinging to his skin from the hot shower.
A white towel hung loosely around his waist, his chiseled abs glistening slightly under the dim light. Water droplets trailed down his toned chest, disappearing beneath the fabric.
Leyla gulped. This was a disaster.
"I need to get out before he notices—" she thought.
But just as she thought that, Ozan ran a hand through his wet hair, his back muscles flexing slightly.
She involuntarily looked away, feeling a strange heat creep up her face.
He moved toward the wardrobe, completely unaware of the intruder hiding in the shadows.
Leyla slowly inched toward the door, praying he wouldn't turn around.
But fate had other plans.
Just as her fingers brushed the handle—
Ozan suddenly stopped.
His sharp instincts kicked in.
His dark eyes narrowed. Something felt off.
And then—
He turned.
"Who's there?"