That touch awakened a fire within Lina that had long since gone cold. When Emir's fingers lingered on her cheek, time itself seemed to stop. A part of her wanted to pull away, but another part longed to lose herself in that moment.
— "Lina…" Emir's voice was barely a whisper. "I know this is wrong… but every time you look into my eyes, it feels like it's the only thing that's right."
Lina's heart was pounding violently. Her lips trembled, words stuck in her throat. In the silence, their breaths mingled, heavy and unsteady. Finally, she opened her eyes and found herself reflected in his.
Suddenly, without thinking, their lips met. At first, it was a hesitant, fleeting touch… then it deepened into a kiss filled with years of longing. The emotions Lina had buried for so long were set free with Emir's touch.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. Murat did not exist. Rules, boundaries, consequences—all vanished. Only two hearts, beating in unison, remained.
But reality always lurked in the shadows. Footsteps echoed from the staircase, pulling them back into the present. Emir stepped away quickly, and Lina turned toward the door, struggling to calm the storm in her chest.
That night, when Lina stood before her mirror, she could still feel the trace of Emir on her lips. It frightened her. It thrilled her. And she knew: there was no turning back now. A spark had been lit, and it was already growing into a fire that could consume everything.