Cansever - Ondan Ver Bana [TESTED]

"Adrenaline," he whispered to the empty chair beside him. It was a floodgate opening. Every nerve ending was firing at once. He watched her move across the floor, a vision so striking he could only think, “Bu nasıl güzellik yarabbi?” (What kind of beauty is this, oh Lord?).

The air in the Istanbul club was thick with the scent of roasted coffee and expensive perfume. Selim sat at a corner table, nursing a drink he’d forgotten to sip, his eyes fixed on the entrance. He had spent his life being "the calm one," the man who measured his steps and weighed his words. Then, she walked in. Cansever - Ondan Ver Bana

As the beat of a familiar song shook the floor, Selim realized he didn't want his old, quiet life anymore. He didn't want the measured steps. He looked at the joy radiating from her, the way she laughed with her friends, and his soul cried out for a piece of that fire. "Adrenaline," he whispered to the empty chair beside him