Ozan's entire body seemed to go still. His dark eyes locked onto hers, wide and almost disbelieving, as if he'd been waiting his entire life to hear those three simple words from her.
He took a slow, careful step closer, afraid she might vanish like a dream.
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and rough, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
Leyla let out a shaky breath, a small, trembling smile breaking across her face. She stepped forward too, closing the space between them, and this time her voice was stronger — braver.
"I love you, Ozan."
Something inside him snapped in that moment. He crushed her into his arms, pulling her so close that there wasn't a single inch of air left between them. His lips found hers in a desperate, fiery kiss — not of ownership, but of relief, hunger, and a love that had been simmering beneath every fight, every stolen look, every touch.
Leyla's arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back just as fiercely, her heart thundering wildly against his chest. The roses around them swayed gently in the wind, as if they too were sighing in bliss.
It was messy. It was passionate. It was real.
And in that moment, there was no past, no schemes, no walls left.
Just them.