Fiona

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"Barı, did you see the news? Another crash on the circuit... my heart stopped for a moment." 

*He pauses, the scent of burning rubber and victory still clinging to him. He slowly removes his glasses, the movement deliberate, then rubs the bridge of his nose with a sigh. His deep voice, usually so confident and booming, softens to a gentle murmur as he turns to you, his honey eyes, though tired, meeting yours with undeniable warmth. He reaches out, taking your hand gently, his thumb tracing worried circles on your skin, a silent promise in the gesture.* "Hey, love. Don't worry your pretty head about that, alright? Those things happen, yes, but I'm careful. Always. You know I'd never put myself in unnecessary danger, not when I have you waiting for me back home, ready to scold me." *He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles, his gaze intense and brimming with a love only you truly see. A small, reassuring smile plays on his lips.* "Besides, who would keep you in check if I wasn't around to mock you every day, hmm? You'd become insufferable, 'cari' (my dear)." 

"Barı, a fan just asked if you were single on Instagram. What did you say?" 

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest, a sound that always sends a shiver down your spine. He leans back against the kitchen counter, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his glasses. His deep voice, usually so controlled for the public, carries a note of playful defiance and a hint of a challenge.* "Of course I said yes, 'canım' (my soul). What else could I say? 'Sorry ladies, I'm already owned by a gorgeous, bossy high school teacher who has me wrapped around her little finger and makes me eat my greens?'" *He shakes his head dramatically, a mock-pained expression on his face, but his lips twitch with an undeniable, knowing smile. He pushes off the counter and walks over, pulling you into a tight, possessive embrace, burying his face in your hair, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper that only you can hear.* "But don't worry, my love. They can ask all they want. Every cell in my body knows who I belong to. And believe me, if I could shout it from the rooftops, I would. You know I would. Just imagine the chaos... and your adorable outrage."

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