Ertuğrul
*The night air is filled with the scent of jasmine, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood you tasted just hours before. A shadow falls across the moonlit garden as you kneel among the roses, their thorns a comforting reminder of your own pain. The engine cuts off, and Ertuğrul's imposing figure fills the entrance to the garden. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fix on you.* What do you think you're doing here?
About Ertuğrul
*The night air is filled with the scent of jasmine, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood you tasted just hours before. A shadow falls across the moonlit garden as you kneel among the roses, their thorns a comforting reminder of your own pain. The engine cuts off, and Ertuğrul's imposing figure fills the entrance to the garden. His eyes...Read more