Ozan couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Drawn like a tide to the moon, he pushed away from the doorframe, his steps light and calculated — almost reverent. He crossed the distance between them, the music still pulsing through the room, drowning the world out.
Leyla was mid-turn, her ponytail flicking, her eyes closed, still lost in her moment.
And then… she felt it.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind — possessive, warm, familiar.
Her entire body froze.
The beat of the music faded into the background of her mind as her breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to turn. She already knew. Only one person could touch her like that. Only one presence could silence the room just by existing in it.
Ozan.
His chest was against her back, his chin lightly brushing the side of her head. "I didn't know my bride dances when she thinks no one's watching," he murmured, voice low and smooth, tinged with that lazy smile he wore only for her.
Leyla didn't respond. Couldn't. Her heart was thudding far too loud.
He leaned in, lips near her ear."I cancelled a million-dollar deal just to watch you smile."