Nevra Erdoğan

Nevra Erdoğan - 31 - Rutherford

[oscar-velholobo]

Chuckling breathlessly, Óscar shook his head, "Mimosita, there's nothing to forgive," he brought her in close with one arm and placed a kiss on Nevra's cheek, "Mud baths do sound nice," he said wistfully and smiled down to her, seeing how cute she was, "This is actually nice though. I'd rather our first vacation be somewhere I know well and show you part of my home. My culture."

[erdogan-nevra]

"Remind me what that means again?" Her head cocked to the side in bemused curiosity. She did, in fact, remember what the name meant; she just wanted to hear him say it again. "Seeing as I've never been to Mexico, I'm glad I'll be going with such an expert. You know all the best food spots, don't you?" The food was how Nevra liked to explore a country, even when she only had a few hours to spare as she usually did on assignments. It would be a relief to go slow and enjoy it.

[amaroadriana]

"Take it or leave it! Just pray to whoever you pray to that someone else takes it." Even if she had no clue who it was, she wasn't going to Istanbul. "Enjoy it, and consider this a bonus for keeping Adrian busy these days. But really, I'm serious about Turkey. Blackmail someone if you have to. Put a knife to their throat.. You know what to do."

[erdogan-nevra]

"I don't know what you think my job entails but I don't just go around pulling knives on people out in public." She couldn't keep from laughing, drink spilling slightly before Nevra recovered. "But really, I appreciate the help. You won't regret it."

[oscar-velholobo]

Mimosita

Where: Valentine's Day 2026 Event When: Post-reveal Who: @erdogan-nevra

"Vale, vale, vale." Óscar chuckled, "Did any of my date in Andalusia sound interesting to you? Because I think we should fly to our own date. My treat, mimosita."

[erdogan-nevra]

Well, she had royally fucked it all up. "Listen, I swear I was trying to decipher which one was yours but then the idea of those mud baths and spa got the better of me. Forgive me?" Clearly he had if he was willing to take her on an entirely separate date but it never hurt to beg forgiveness. "I also probably should have told you that I'm terrible at guessing games."

[amaroadriana]

@erdogan-nevra

"I'm giving you the 500 quid, because yes, I was petty and annoyed at fucking Melissa. But... If someone else after bids higher, you have to take Turkey."

[erdogan-nevra]

While she wasn't in the business of taking money from other people unless she earned it, Nevra really did want to go to Jordan. "I'll accept the money but Turkey? Adri, you know I'm Turkish right? I'm not complaining but it's not exactly high on my list." Damn her bosses and their need to play a game of chicken with thousands of pounds. Or maybe she should be cursing herself for not working hard enough to make that kind of money.

[erdogan-nevra]

Nevra Erdogan attends TWI Valentine's Day Auction at The Barbican Centre.

Date: Friday, February 14th, 2026

Escorted By: Óscar Romero

[oscar-velholobo]

The yell from across the gym was a mere muffle to Óscar. His brown eyes locked on the wonderful woman before him. Concentrating on how lovely it was too be in her presence again.

Smirking, the bodyguard arched a brow in the direction the shout came from, "Jealousy's loud," he chuckled lowly before catching a glimpse of Nevra flip the bird without missing a beat. The grin she gave him after? He nearly melted to the mat below.

When she took his hands and led him toward the smaller ring, Óscar followed without hesitation. He clocked the space the same way he clocked rooms everywhere: where the exits were, sightlines, who was watching...

He sat beside her when she patted the bench. Elbows resting on his knees as he started unspooling his bands. Methodical. Familiar. Making sure to start with his left hand as he began the the initial twist and tie into the rest of the wrapping.

"No broken bones," he repeated calmly, "Avoid your eyes," a small nod. Then came the last one. No pulling punches. His hands paused for half a second before resuming their steady rhythm around his knuckles. He didn’t look at her right away. But when he did, it wasn’t teasing. "I won’t treat you like glass," he added after a beat, tightening the wrap with his teeth and tucking it clean, "but I’m not here to break you either. It's training, after all. I'll give as good a I get."

Óscar leaned back slightly, eyes scanning her stance, her shoulders, the way she held tension. Standing now, offering his hand to pull her up. A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He stepped toward the ring, ducking under the ropes, then turned to face her fully.

"Deal, cariño."

[erdogan-nevra]

She would see if he kept his promise but something about the way he looked at her reassured that he would indeed give as good as he got. Nevra planned to not hold back.

It dawned on the assassin just how large Óscar was standing across the ring from him for the first time. Height wise he was only a few inches taller than her but width and breadth were another thing entirely. The solidity of his arms muscles told her that his punches would land hard.

Good. She always fought better when there was a chance of real pain involved.

Nevra circled around a bit, bouncing on her feet- feigning jabs to see where he moved and how he blocked. Although she'd seen him perform at Fight Club, it was different squaring off head-on. Still, a small smile remained on her lips.

"You can still back out. Last chance old man." While he had innumerable names for her in Spanish, Nevra hadn't bothered to learn enough Turkish from her grandmother as a child. English would have to do.

[fvidal]

"You want to take care of him?" Vidal arched a brow as he nudged her chair with his foot. "Last time he pulled this shit, I saw you slip out the bloody back."

He leaned in slightly. "You still owe me for that." He didn’t know how he knew, only that he did, and he was certain she’d had something to do with it.

[erdogan-nevra]

"What exactly are you accusing me of sir? I swear I have no clue what you're referring to. I'm just here for a beer and a good night. That," she tilted her glass towards the spectacle across the room, "is just an added bonus."

Nevra had no intention of taking charge of Benny, problem or not.

[fvidal]

@mobscene-starters

@ a pub

Benny had been on one of his intellectual talks, as he called them. Which really meant he had about seven pints of Guinness and was ready to talk for an entire night or get into a fight. It was either and neither of the options sounded like a good one.

"Sit the fuck down." He motioned to one of the other lads to actually do that. He;d been talking about how things had been quiet and then somehow the conversation morphed into illuminati.

"Someone get me out of here." He muttered.

[erdogan-nevra]

"Oh but this is so much fun to watch. Why would you want to leave now? Where's your sense of joy Vidal?" Nevra laughed at the look on his face and took a long sip of her beer.

[oscar-velholobo]

Heart pounding. Cool air whipping across cheeks and through hair. Óscar liked to run before he fought. Not to warm up—but to clear the noise. The city blurred around him as his feet hit pavement in steady rhythm. Breath measured, controlled. It gave him space to think. Or, more accurately, to feel without having to name it yet.

And as he did, images flashed into his mind. Sharing fries off the same plate. Wrapping hands. Sitting together and flirting as others fought. Eyes on him in the hospital room when he was barely stitched together and pretending he was fine.

Something had shifted then. Slowly. Gradually. Not a hit to the chest, but a tightening. A pull he didn’t resist. By Halloween, standing beside her felt natural. Easy. And somewhere between sparring glances and stolen quiet, Óscar realized he didn’t want pieces anymore. He wanted her. And when Nevra asked him to help with a little bit of boxing training, he was more than happy to.

By the time he reached the gym, sweat already cooling along his spine, the decision sat settled in his chest. No rush. No doubt. He pushed the door open and the familiar sounds wrapped around him: he hum of machines, the dull thud of gloves, the quiet focus of people working through their own battles. His gaze found her almost instantly.

Óscar slowed as he approached. Hands coming up naturally to her waist as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Unhurried, warm, familiar. When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against her temple.

"Hola cariño," he murmured softly, accent curling around the word like it belonged there. His hands stayed at her sides, grounding. Thumbs brushing slow circles like they’d always done that, "Sí, I have the nose of a bloodhound," he winked, "Looks like you got a head start," he added, a quiet smile in his voice, "Hope you saved something for me."

[erdogan-nevra]

"Hey Erdogan, keep the romance off the mats, would ya?"

Hand hidden behind her back, Nevra flipped off whoever had yelled at them, all the while beaming up at Óscar. "Don't listen to them. They're just jealous," she raised her voice on the word so they could hear her, "that they're lonely bastards who could never pull a girl." She didn't often curse but the atmosphere of the gym always seemed to bring it out of her.

"As for you," her eyes crinkled around the edges as her smile widened even further, "I definitely saved my best. I was just warming up with a run. Looks like you warm up the same way." She noted the glisten his skin had.

Taking Óscar's hands from her waist, she led him over to a bench on the far side of the room. Her bag and its contents were strewn about in a small pile, claiming the area. The ring next to it was smaller than the others. For one, she hated taking up more space than she needed; second, Nevra didn't like the central positions of the other two. She didn't want all eyes on her for a number of reasons. A few of the people who trained there knew who she was, what she did, but it was still safer to keep her presence lowkey.

Nevra sat on the bench, patting the spot next to her. "Okay, rules. No broken bones, try to avoid my eyes, and no pulling punches." She stared intently at him, knowing it would be difficult to get him to comply with the last part given how gentle he was with her and how she suspected he felt about her. "And before you say anything about the last one, I'm quick. We'll see if you can even land one. And if you can, well..." She shrugged. "I deserve what's coming if I can't get out of the way."

It was how Adrian trained her; harsh but fair. The method trained her up faster than she could have imagined. It was amazing what the body could do when it knew it was about to be crushed.

"Deal?"

[carlavespucci]

"Fried rice? Egg rolls? Crab rangoons?" Funny how even after a year in London, the homesickness never really went away. Would London ever become her normal? Carla still wasn't sure.

[erdogan-nevra]

"Okay, the first two I can get on board with but what the hell is a crab rangoon? Sounds like a disease." The topic seemed to be giving the woman some distress. Maybe it was this.

[erdogan-nevra]

@oscar-velholobo

Location: Boxing Gym in Islington

Date: January 2026

Her pace slowed with the treadmill as it came to the end of her cooldown; her breathing returning back to normal as well. She liked to get her heartrate up before going into the ring as it mirrored how she usually felt out on an assignment. Although it didn't seem that her body needed much help with that today. Nevra had woken up with her heart already beating double time.

She had messaged Óscar the day before asking him to workout with her and his resounding yes had sent an excited jitter through her. She silently wondered when, or if, that would ever go away.

Realizing that she was acting like a teenager experiencing boys for the first time brought a sheepish blush to her cheeks. It wasn't as though Nevra was new to any of this. Hell, she'd been engaged before. But this thing she had with Óscar, well - it was unexpected. She never imagined she'd let her guard down enough to welcome anyone after Berat. The thought of him was still painful even after two years. But the older man's presence loosened the knot in her chest a bit more each time he was around.

Nevra stepped off the machine and took a sip of water just as said man was walking through the door. She waved at him as she walked to greet him.

"Hey stranger. Glad you found it alright. It's a bit hidden but looks like your locator skills are in tact."

[carlavespucci]

Date: 18 December, 2025 Open to: @mobscene-starters

"No matter how long I live here, I'm never getting used to Chinese food coming with fries." Carla wiped her hand on a napkin and chuckled under her breath. "Sorry, I mean chips.

[erdogan-nevra]

"Sorry but, what else is it supposed to come with?" Americans sure did have a way with complaining about everyone else's normal. It was difficult to keep the offence out of her tone.

[oscar-velholobo]

"Indeed, nothing much," Oscar nodded with a chuckle. He'd kept himself busy. Busy with Yvonne and the family. Busy with kickboxing after his match to try and get better. Busy enough not to think. Busy enough not to miss Nevra as much as he did.

As she settled against him—warm, soft, familiar—everything inside him loosened another knot. Her smile, the way she curved into him, the feel of her shoulder against his chest…He’d missed this. Entirely too much; too much for his own good.

Nevra then mentioned traveling and assignments, and something tight flickered in his chest. Worry, maybe. Or recognition. Both were equally dangerous, "Hmmm...Melissa never lets you breathe, does she?" he murmured, nudging her temple gently with his bearded jaw, "Figures. You’re too good at what you do."

Her last question hit him. The innocent words dropping right between them like a spark. That lovely laugh. Light and unbothered. Oscar’s smile slowed. Deepened He turned his head, looking down at her. That same easy warmth, but with something new threaded through it, "Mimosita," he paused, chuckling as he remembered to translate, "my little desert flower," bending down to whisper in her ear, "or sometimes, darling," voice dipping as his hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, drawing her just a breath closer. "You're the only one I want filling that position."

[erdogan-nevra]

"Well then."

Her body had naturally turned when his had, the gravity of him pulling her along. He was already connected to her in so many places; hand on her back, jaw on her forehead, legs tangled in hers.

Against her better sense of judgement, or rather due to a lack of, Nevra tipped her head up and stole a brief and gentle kiss. More of a breath, a whisper, or a ghost of the real thing. But there it was.

Something like pride welled up inside her and she let it show on her face.

[yvonne-rutherford]

"I definitely don't get to let my hair down as much as I used to. Even with Maddie in school now, I started the whole process over again." Which was something she still couldn't wrap her head around. Maddie was still a little baby, how was she old enough to be in school now? Time was a lie.

"Make sure you have fun too. Unless being a guard dog is fun for you, in which case don't let me rain on your parade."

[erdogan-nevra]

A knowing smile played on her lips, amused that Yvonne had hit so directly on the Nevra's mark. She was good at her job and truth be told, she liked it, maybe even loved it after all these years. What had started out as something of a necessity had turned into her livelihood.

"Don't worry, I plan on making the most of the night. I already have my eye on someone." Normally Nevra wouldn't have let something like that slip but alcohol had a tendency to loosen her lips.

[catalina--rojas]

Catalina chuckled, the sound low and warm as she tilted her head, watching Nevra through a curl of smoke from someone’s cigarette nearby. “Whatever it takes,” she echoed, amused. “That’s a motto I can get behind.”

Her hips swayed in rhythm, eyes glinting red under the lights. “Me? When I’m not working…” She gave a small shrug. “I drive too fast. Sleep too little. Sample the product more than I should.” The admission came with a smirk, not an ounce of shame. “Life’s short, cariño. I like feeling it.”

She leaned in just enough to be heard over the bass. “Sometimes that means a hit, sometimes a high, sometimes a night that goes too late. I don’t do stillness well.”

Then, with a teasing lift of her glass, “And if I ever do sit still, it’s probably because someone finally talked me into it.”

"And what about you?"

[erdogan-nevra]

Catalina's revelation had Nevra stumbling over her feet for a few moments, body pitching slightly forward and then back before regaining her balance. She'd known someone else who liked to do much of the same and it had ended in the most horrible way.

Nevra opened her mouth and then closed it. What was she going to say? You should stop before it's too late. It's all fun and games until it's not. It wasn't her place and yet the thoughts stuck with her as they continued to dance.

"My life sounds boring now compared to yours." Nevra barked a laugh. "I could use a little more movement. Not exactly like that but something to take my mind off work, you know? A girl can only go to the gym so many times a week."

[oscar-velholobo]

Oscar let her fingers slip into his—that perfect, easy fit—and something in his chest eased. Like a knot finally untying. It had been far, far too long since they had a proper conversation. The last time had been in the hospital. Where his mind wasn't right and everything about that evening was still a bit blurry. But now...now Oscar let himself have this moment. It was a party, after all.

"I do..." Oscar grinned as he let her tug him through the crowd, "That's why I plan on setting a fire on that dance floor later," a small laugh slipped from under his breath.

Then, the bodyguard guided her toward one of the shadowed booths tucked off to the side of the floor. Quieter. Softer. Somewhere he could actually hear her without the bass drowning everything out. The moment they reached it, he didn’t sit across from her — no. Just like at the fight club, he sat beside her. And pulled Nevra right into his side. An arm slipping around her waist, tugging her in until her shoulder pressed to his chest.

He'd been wanting that for months.

When Oscar looked down at her, the grin gentled, "Demasiado largo," he sipped his drink before clarifying in English, "Too damn long," a thumb brushed her hip absent-mindedly, slow and warm, "Work, mostly. Security, workouts, trying out more boxing, and trying to keep Yvonne out of trouble…" he teased, nudging her lightly, "What about you, mi mimosita?"

[erdogan-nevra]

Just like her hand, her body fit nicely against his own; molding to the curves of his body. And just like that, those same feelings picked up where they'd left off a year ago. Nevra didn't try to hide her smile as he handled her, letting both his hands and words wash over her. She had no idea what he called her but she smiled at that too.

Maybe it was time to start taking Spanish lessons. Although, it was just as much fun not knowing- instead letting the tone of his voice tell her what he was saying.

"So nothing much at all is what I'm hearing," the brunette teased back. Nevra shrugged, taking a sip of her drink to give herself a moment. She wasn't about to tell him that she'd slipped back into old habits to keep past pains away. "About the same as you. Working, training, travelling when they tell me to..." They both knew what those work outings meant. "Melissa's been keeping me busy. So have a few other people."

In truth, Nevra was always the one to ask for more assignments. It wasn't always for termination but when it was, she'd let herself be overwhelmed by it. Let the sensations of it all take her mind away. She never told this to anyone, even Ayaz or Melissa lest they sit her out because of it.

"Have you found a proper boxing partner yet or would you mind if I filled that position?" She hadn't intended for the innuendo but there it hung between them, a laugh slipping out of her.

[oscar-velholobo]

The chuckle came easy. Couldn’t help it. Spending more time with Nevra made him happier. Simple as that. No matter how much he tried to deny that fact. He'd been looking forward to seeing her all night, "Hot dad bod, huh?" Oscar shook his head, a grin creeping in,, "Only kids I’ve got are Yvonne’s. And that's plenty."

The bodyguard then took in her outfit. The dark hair, the sharp little smirk that matched the Wednesday Addams getup—and laughed under his breath. His hand coming up slowly and tugging on one of the braids lightly, "You really committed. Gonna be an arsonist too and bring a little chaos tonight?"

Helmet tucked under one arm, he nodded toward the drink, "Good to finally find you..." then reached for her with his free hand, "Want to stay here and finish our drinks? Or should we set fire to the dancefloor?"

[erdogan-nevra]

Duly noted. It wouldn't really have mattered if he had kids or not but knowing he didn't came as an odd sort of relief. "Are you telling me you want to work tonight? Because that's what it sounds like. Cleaning up problems and putting out fires. You do know this is a party, right?" She couldn't help but smile, abandoning the whole deadpan act she'd kept up at the beginning of the night.

Her hand slipped into his like a glove - warm, comforting, and a perfect fit - before proceeding to pull him away from the music. She wanted him to herself before joining the masses and possibly having him swept away by other dad-bod-hungry party goers.

It felt like there was never enough time to see him. After the ordeal of Fight Club last year, they'd seen each other sporadically. Nevra had thrown herself into work again, the adrenaline from that night wore off quickly and the sense of loss filled in the space. The moments she did see him always brought her out of that headspace, blissfully, so she intended to fully enjoy tonight. "What have you been up to the past few months? I think it was summer the last time I saw you." Too long, she wanted to say.