𝐌𝐀𝐃 / 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

I fear no evil, the shadow is mine and so is the valley. emir sahin. 33. bodyguard to the syndicate.

[emirsahin]

sofiaramircz​:

Sofia: stole money slept with other women

Emir: I feel like we shouldn’t be having this conversation over text.

Emir: You said you’re home, yeah?

[emirsahin]

↕ for a scared/worried text (lucia)

IMESSAGE    »    Lucia Montes.

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»    Lucia... »    Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire? »    Again, I’m just hypothetically speaking.  »    [ Twenty minutes later ] Hm. You may want to get here soon.

[emirsahin]

LUCIA MONTES​:

where: syndicate compound

who: @emirsahin

“Yea if you could please because I won’t be free until later,” Lucia spoke into the phone to her old neighbour and father’s friend Tony. He was a life saver to her and the main reason she was finally able to move out and have some semblance of peace of mind, knowing someone else was watching out for her dad definitely helped. When she saw Emir about to walk out of the compound she quickly extended her arm in a come here motion and smiled into the phone. “Thanks Tony, come over next weekend and I’ll cook your favourite alright.” she added before hanging up and turning her full attention to the bodyguard. “Are you busy? I could use your help in something. Should be fun!” she said in a compelling tone.

&.

It wasn’t often that Emir found himself being needed. A quick slip in and out of the compound and a couple of brush off sayings that involved him jetting off to meet Rami somewhere usually got him out of most work. So when Lucia gestured out a hand in his direction just as he was about to preform another disappearing act, his immediate reaction was to look over his shoulder for whoever’s attention she was actually out for. It was only when he found himself standing alone that he realized she meant him. “ What’s up? ” Emir greeted slowly once he turned to her in full, unable to hide that brief flash of confusion that was featured across his face. Hearing the words I’ll cook your favorite and then asking for unspecified help had him flushed with memories of getting held up with having to cut meats and vegetables for meals with his family back home, so before any ideas could form on Lucia’s end, he interrupts before she can answer. “ I can’t cook. You’ll have to find help with your date night elsewhere. ” 

[emirsahin]

RAMI OZDEMIR​:

+

“When did you become absolutely no fun at all?” Granted his suggestion had only been half-serious, there was something to be said about never shooting for the stars and allowing life to merely pass you by. Which Emir appeared content with so long as he didn’t have to extend beyond his own comfort zone and Rami wouldn’t stand for that sort of reluctance. What sort of best friend would he be then? “You could always take the juvenile approach and ask her close friends if she like likes you.” He smirks before tilting his head to the side slightly, considering the other man with a more honest expression. “Remind me again why you won’t just ask her out for drinks? It’s a date, not a proposal.”

&.

He couldn’t help it, that slow rollback of his eyes at the question. “I dunno, some time between when we stopped waking up to Hangover-esque mornings?” Emir answered in jest otherwise something passive would have slipped out considering that he, too, had been wondering the exact same thing. Since when was he looking similar in shade to those of his brothers, his uncles? Borderline boring, all business. No pleasure. However, with a leaned posture back against his seat, Emir continued breezily like he wasn’t at all offended even though he was. “I believe what helped me is this new technique called Maturing. You should really try it sometime.” Or at least consider it for the sake of conversation, but Rami was already coming up with another suggestion and that was just as bad as the first. “Juvenile approach is also an immediate no.” Because he was sure he had Rami do something similar once when they were awkward lanky kids and the results were mortifying, which in turn made him wonder, yet again, why he was trusting Rami so much with this. Talk about the power of friendship. “I can’t just ask her out for drinks because that’s too,” Beat. There was that word again: boring. “ — Look, you go out to drinks with friends, co-workers. It’s too casual.” And he was aiming for something more. 

[emirsahin]

SOFIA​:

Sofia: no I won’t be able to have courage in front of u

Sofia: he cheated and stole from me

Sofia: how do I keep my business open

Emir: And since when is Sofia Ramirez shy?

Emir: ? Wait, what do you mean he cheated and stole from you?

Emir: Sofia, what?

Emir: What are you talking about?

[emirsahin]

SOFIA:

Sofia: it’s about ex

Sofia: my apartment just got dropped off

Emir: Uh-huh. Ok.

Emir: Let me get changed and I’ll head over.

Emir: What happened?

[emirsahin]

SOFIA​:

Sofia: yes want u to meet me

Emir:  As in *right* now? 

Emir: Where are you, exactly?

[emirsahin]

SOFIA​:

Sofia: emir

Sofia: gotta tell I something

Emir: You need to tell me something?

Emir: Lol, is it good or bad?

[lovelctters]

faceless series / @

[emirsahin]

the violet hour closed for: @sofiaramircz

The Violet Hour was always going to be known as this place that gave Emir this weird sensation in the pit of his stomach, the feeling all too similar to fluttering and he knew the reason behind it had almost everything to do with Sofia. The likelihood of running into her gave him the worst sort of nerves, but he wouldn’t dare let it show, not tonight when the feeling of the crowd around him felt so electric he couldn’t help but allow himself some ease for just this once. He felt proud, she deserved this, and maybe that’s why he went to seek her out after a small help of liquid courage and some half-decent advice that’s been rolling around in the back of his mind over the last couple of days. 

“The place looks amazing.” It was a simple greet as he approached her at the bar, something of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he slots himself into a spot that has freed up with his gaze traveling to hers under the glow of the low lights. “but I do think you should be out here enjoying it with the rest of us.”

[emirsahin]

honey hollow cafe closed for: @leylaekaplan​​

He didn’t like to make a habit out of tardiness so he often found himself ten minutes early for everything. Today almost twenty since Chicago traffic proved itself to be untrustworthy via GPS and he never wanted to find himself in a position where he has to make excuses for being late, especially to someone like Leyla. So he found himself within this tiny shop earlier than suggested with two eco-green cups in hand, one extended in her direction once he can spot her inside. “I really hope I got this right.” He believed the barista mentioned something about this place being an artisanal shop, whatever that meant, but that’s what he got for trying to show off by picking someplace new off Google. “If not, then I’m a fool and you have my sincerest apologizes.” And he really does mean that. “It’s tea that you like, yeah?” 

[emirsahin]

syndicate compound  closed for: @ramiozdemir​​

“I’m not doing that.” The words were out before Rami could have another chance to speak. How was it possible to regret asking someone for advice just mere moments after the question’s left one’s lips? Though it doesn’t surprise Emir much that it’s come to this. Leave it to Rami to suggest ideas just as outlandish as he was, why he thought this conversation would go any different, Emir will never know. He did, however, have enough faith in the other that they would be able to come up with another, more subtle suggestion since Rami always did have the air of someone who knew more about dating than he ever would and if anyone was going to help him with this Sofia situation it ( unfortunately ) was going to be this Disney Prince sitting across from him. “Don’t make me regret this. I know you have better ideas.”

[aslibekroglu]

ALPEREN DUYMAZ SON YAZ (2021)

[emirsahin]

closed.

new years eve  ╱ balcony  @sofiaramircz

EMIR HADN’T EXACTLY been taking the night in stride: the first few hours of the evening had felt feather - light to how he was feeling now, wrought with some emotion close to guilt mostly because he had been hiding during the pinnacle of the evening. Hiding from what exactly, he wasn't quite sure: from the sounds of new bottles of champagne being popped, from whispers and questions about his whereabouts at the top of each long hour, of friends who he knew would send shots his way, of a certain someone he still hadn’t found the courage to approach. None of it surprising when it all leads him from out of the ballroom, and the grandiose aura that came with it, and out onto the balcony that looked out over Chicago just so he could escape that feeling of being trapped in a stuffy room with people he barely knew and that lingering presence that stemmed from feeling lonely inside of his typical extroverted shell. He was drawn to be being outside and was met with company in the form of the exact person he still hadn’t built the courage up to see. And while he knew she had been here celebrating like everyone else was, it still didn’t shake his look of surprise when he saw her. 

Be cool, be cool.

“Wow, you look,” For someone who often has so much to say, finding the words to express just how stunning the other looked felt impossible, like the words were on the tip of his tongue yet still out of reach. “ — very wow.” He smiled something toothy despite wanting to slap himself. “Amazing. You look amazing.”

[emirsahin]

LEYLA KAPLAN​.

location: NYE party, outdoor balcony

status: closed to @emirsahin​

By the half light of a suspensor lamp, Leyla stepped out onto the balcony, the silence that came as the door behind her swung shut was a much welcomed relief from the chaos inside.  “And here I was under the impression that the party was inside, perhaps I was mistaken?” The heiress mused in her soft contralto, as blue hues flickered to the other. “Unless of course you’re looking to make an early getaway, in which case, color me disappointed.“ Extravagant parties had never been something of a rarity for the woman, that had been brought up in the spotlight. They were after all often a necessity for the family business and a surefire way to keep the investors happy. Nevertheless, there was nothing she despised more than meaningless small talk and when her gaze noted a familiar figure taking his leave she took the opportunity to follow. 

&.

A PART OF Emir knew that it was probably in bad taste to leave a crowd and duck away as soon as the next round of champagne bottles were being popped open and the crystal flutes refilled. Only the closer the grand clock ticked towards midnight in the middle of the ballroom, the more he found himself eager for fresh air no matter how much chill was breezing through the night. Even if it was just for a moment, at least he’d feel better out here overlooking a city that he loved instead of inside where he felt like he was suffocating. A part of him felt desperate enough to leave and he might have done just that if he hadn’t heard a certain voice filter in as if it was on cue. Hearing Leyla was soothing and it caused him to turn, breaking him free of thoughts only to settle them down onto memories from years prior the moment his gaze reached hers. A damn near angelic sight that felt surreal enough to a point where he might have thought was imagining her if she hadn’t continued talking. “And leave you with this old bunch?” Emir shook his head, tsked his tongue. “Never.” He took a step towards her and brushed a kiss by her cheek in greet, stepping back into old habits like time between them had never passed. “C’mon, Ley. I think you know me better that that.”

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

[emirsahin]

LUCIA MONTES​.

where: nye event | main ballroom

who: @emirsahin​

Lucia turned her gaze to the clock that hung on the wall, its size grand for everyone in the room to turn to later on. Except she wouldn’t be anywhere near here when the countdown began and all she hoped was that the plan went off without a hitch. As she waited for the time to get closer she occupied her time by taking in what the night had to offer. Sideline to the dance floor and leaning on a wall she watched as others immersed themselves in the glitz and glam the party offered. “Wow, don’t you clean up nice! Red velvet looks like it was made for you,” she pointed as Emir approached her compliment genuine although she couldn’t help the teasing smile.

&.

THE NIGHT WAS dwindling as each tick of the clock brought them closer to midnight and it was enough to make Emir feel out of place, like his mind wasn’t really here but somewhere else. The sounds surrounding him have become somewhat of a rhythm: the pop of a champagne bottle, a drunken cheer, a melody of laughter. And all of it reverberated in the chamber inside his head, rendered slightly hazy by a couple of glasses of champagne that were downed in intimate gulps. He should feel elated, yet there was a tightness was in his chest he couldn’t shake and it’s only when he can hear the steady sound of Lucia’s voice near him that he let himself roll his shoulder back in faux-ease, letting his eyes trail against the velvet sleeve on his arm as if he forgotten he had worn it out tonight. “It must really be close to the new year if you’re out here giving compliments.” He smoothed a hand over his jacket and met his brown eyes with hers, giving her the initial once over with a quick gaze. “You don’t look half bad yourself,” A lifted smirk pinched at the corners of his lips. “But I do think I’ve out done you.”