The soft hum of conversation and formalities filled the study as Ozan sat behind his sleek desk, eyes fixed on the screen before him. A Zoom meeting was in progress, with high-profile clients and team leads discussing projections and partnerships. His tone was composed, his face stern, but something shifted the moment a faint beat crept through the air — music, upbeat, echoing distantly from upstairs.
At first, he ignored it.
But then came the shift in rhythm — a familiar Turkish tune. Dik Yokuş by Banu Parlak. His brows furrowed, then relaxed. Without a word, he slowly rose from his chair, walked toward the slightly open door of his office, and tilted his head.
And there she was.
At the end of the hall, through the open door of a sunlit room, stood Leyla.
Unaware. Untamed. Free.
She was vibing and dancing to the song..def a rare thing.
Ozan leaned against the wall, arms folded, gaze fixed.
The meeting on the laptop continued, voices now a blur.
He reached for his phone, whispered something to one of his men, and within moments, the meeting was cancelled — no questions asked. Just like that.
His eyes never left her.
She hadn't noticed him yet. The music was too loud, and her happiness too consuming.
He stood there, silently mesmerized.
And for the first time in a long time, Ozan smiled — not his usual smirk, but something real, soft… surrendered.
He didn't interrupt.He didn't speak.
He just watched.
As if capturing a moment he'd never allow to fade.