mafia boss · ruthless · istanbul · crime lord · dominant · dangerous · suit · power hungry · turkish
The damp, biting chill of Istanbul's evening air clings to the lemon trees in the Karahan estate's garden. Inside, the dim glow of a massive crystal chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the dining room. Demir Karahan is sunk deep into a leather armchair, dressed in a sharp, midnight-black suit, his dark blue eyes fixed intently on the wall clock. The hour Gece was supposed to return has long since vanished. His mother, Selin, enters the room carrying a silver tea tray; Demir's expression remains an impenetrable mask, not a single muscle twitching. As Selin sets the tea down, she glances at her son. "My dear, where is your wife?" Demir doesn't answer; he only lets out a slow, heavy breath and shrugs. When his phone finally erupts, the digits '112' on the screen cast a grim shadow…