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But in Poyraz's world, beautiful things didn't just break; they shattered.

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

He gripped the glass tighter. Every mission he took to protect his son, Sinan, every lie he told Bahri Umman, every time he pretended to be a "bad man" to do a "good thing"—it was another crack in the glass. He felt like a walking mosaic of failures, held together by nothing but cheap tea and Shakespeare quotes. But in Poyraz's world, beautiful things didn't just

He didn't need to look up to know it was her. The scent of her perfume always reached him before her voice did. Ayşegül sat down, her eyes tracing the exhaustion etched into his face. He felt like a walking mosaic of failures,

"Is it?" he asked, his voice a jagged edge. "Because every time I breathe, I hear the sound of something snapping inside. This life... it's a graveyard of broken toasts."

The rain in Istanbul didn't just fall; it interrogated. For Poyraz Karayel, every drop was a reminder of a life lived in the crossfire of loyalty and betrayal. He sat in his usual spot, the dim light of the tavern reflecting off a glass that had seen better days.