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The soft morning light streamed through the large windows of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. Güven stirred under the covers, his senses immediately overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of vanilla. It was subtle, yet rich, and it clung to the air like a sweet memory. For a moment, he didn't open his eyes, letting the scent pull him deeper into a haze of memories—memories of Neslihan, of the times when they were inseparable.

As his mind slowly came to full consciousness, his eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was her. Neslihan was still asleep, her dark hair cascading across the pillow, her face peaceful in sleep. He inhaled deeply, catching that same vanilla scent again—it was hers, her skin, her perfume. Güven found himself obsessed with it, with how it always seemed to linger wherever she went, a part of her that stayed with him even when she was distant.

His gaze lingered on her, taking in the soft rise and fall of her chest as she slept. There was a time when just being this close to her brought him peace, a time when the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders when she was near. But things were different now. She wasn't his anymore. Not fully.

His phone buzzed, breaking the serene moment. Güven hesitated before pulling it from the nightstand, careful not to disturb Neslihan. The name on the screen made his heart clench: Damla. He quickly slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the other side of the room, answering the call with a low voice.

"Damla?"

"Güven," her voice was serious, cutting through the morning calm. "I've been digging into the situation with Neslihan's house."

Immediately, his body tensed. He glanced over at Neslihan, making sure she was still asleep before stepping out of the room into the hallway.

"What did you find?" he asked, his tone sharper now.

"It's not just some random break-in," Damla continued. "Uncle Murat and I have been looking into it, and we've got some leads. We think someone's been hired to destroy her house—possibly to send a message."

Güven's grip tightened on the phone. "Do you know who?"

"Not yet, but we're close. Murat's using his connections to trace back to the person responsible. We're narrowing it down."

Güven's jaw clenched. The thought of someone targeting Neslihan infuriated him. Whoever did this wasn't just messing with her—they were messing with him too. And he wasn't going to let that slide.

"Keep me updated," Güven said firmly. "I want to know the second you find anything."

"I will," Damla promised. "But Güven, be careful. If this is bigger than we think, you don't want to make any rash moves."

Güven ended the call, his mind racing. He had to protect Neslihan, but he also had to find the person behind this. If there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that he wouldn't stop until he did.

As he turned to head back into the bedroom, his eyes softened as he glanced at the closed door. Neslihan was still inside, still oblivious to the storm that was brewing around her. The vanilla scent hung in the air, a reminder of everything that connected them, even now.

But as much as he wanted to keep her safe, he couldn't ignore the fact that they were caught in something far bigger than either of them had anticipated. And now, more than ever, Güven knew that finding the person responsible wasn't just about justice—it was about keeping the one person he couldn't let go of from slipping further out of his reach.

With a deep breath, he opened the door to the bedroom and walked back in, determined but unsure of how much longer he could protect Neslihan without her learning the full truth.