Kaan’s POV. But when I thought she couldn't get herself into more trouble, I saw her a few moments later, caged with barely anything on. I felt a surge of possessiveness and anger, one that I'd never felt in a long time. My eyes narrowed, and my jaw clenched as I took in the sight of her, exposed and vulnerable. The urge to protect her, to claim her as my own, was overwhelming. I felt a growl rising up in my throat as I scanned the room, my gaze locking onto the men who were leering at her, bidding for her. Our eyes locked. Her gaze pleaded for me to save her, but I didn't. Instead, I sat there, my eyes locked on hers as I struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions warring within me. Her plea for help hung in the air, a silent accusation that I was abandoning her to her fate. But I couldn't care less, or so I thought. I was a man bound by my own rules, my own code of conduct. And yet, as I looked into her eyes, I felt a crack in my armor. Annoyed, I left the hall, feelin
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