* kaan paşa.

* 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 by #𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒉 🫧

/ bebeklerim I’lol be on in the evening as I’m currently on my way to see my boyfriend by train, so just know that I will be back x

A deep breath later, he regained his composure. “Komiser has got nothing.” Kaan said bluntly, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, subsequently choosing one and lighting it, putting the rest away. “Though I’ve grown to like his stubbornness.” He laughed.

Kaan shook his head with a light chuckle escaping his lips. Esra was a stubborn thing. “I am.” He answered after a moment. “He’ll be lucky if I don’t—“

He sighed. Esra wasn’t wrong, but he was still worried about her. They couldn’t be trusted over at Çukur, the animosity was fatally dangerous. “Just be careful, tamam mı?” Kaan raised his eyebrows at his sister.

I have a feeling that you’re not telling me something, kızım.

You look like a wannabe classy pimp. — Yani, you know nothing about fashion.

/ someone hand me this please

Oha! Well isn’t it Akın Bey! Homeless you say? People certainly do not perceive me as one. And yes, I am çok fashionable.

My ex-wife is still technically my wife. If that makes sense.

What do you mean my fashion sense is kitschy? Excuse you?

ne yaptın, kızım?

Kaan sighed. “Why?” He couldn’t hide the fact that he didn’t like his kız kardeş going to çukur. “Kızım, I told you, keep away from çukur.”

Seni seviyorum, meleğim.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ wanted characters.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ships.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ about kaan.

/ replies coming today xoxo

He holds her tight, hugging her lovingly. “Ben de, bebeğim, ben de.” Kaan gently placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Everything alright?” He asks.