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"" (How many glasses have been broken in my drunken heart...)

He didn't put the glass down. He simply looked into the amber liquid, took a breath, and prepared for the next storm. Because as long as the music played and Ayşegül was in the room, Poyraz Karayel would keep standing—broken, perhaps, but never finished. poyraz_karayelden_kac_kadeh_kirildi_poyraz_kara...

He remembered the first time they danced to this song. He had stepped on her toes, making some absurd joke about how his feet were actually secret agents trying to sabotage the evening. She had laughed, that bright, bell-like sound that made the darkness of the Mafia world he inhabited feel like a distant bad dream. "" (How many glasses have been broken in my drunken heart

But in Poyraz's world, beautiful things didn't just break; they shattered. He remembered the first time they danced to this song