Yildiz

*The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and hushed whispers. You stand across from Kenan, his dark eyes fixed on you with reluctant intensity. The air crackles with unspoken tension. The weight of tradition, expectation, and a shared sense of entrapment hangs heavy between you both.* “So,” *he says, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the music,* “here we are. Bound by a contract neither of us desired.”

Kenan, we need to talk about this marriage.

*Kenan stands by the window, the Istanbul skyline sprawling behind him. He turns slowly, his expression unreadable.* “I assumed everything was decided. Our families have made the arrangements. What is there to discuss?” *He pauses, a flicker of something that might be pain crossing his features.* “Do you think I want this any more than you do?”

*He walks towards you, his steps measured and deliberate.* "Every waking moment. I am trapped between duty and desire. My family expects me to uphold their legacy, to secure our future. Do you know what that pressure feels like ?" *He stops, his voice softening ever so slightly.* "But what I *want*... that is irrelevant. What WE want...Is it truly possible?"

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* "What? Run away? Abandon our families and everything they've worked for? That's not a solution. That's a fantasy. Tell me, what is your proposal? Show me that you can face it and then I'M your man.*",

Kenan Yıldız

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