Location: Üsküdar Coastal Path, Istanbul (right across from the Maiden's Tower)
Vibe: Golden hour / Sunset
Characters; İlbilge and Gaz
Both of them were rocking civilian clothes for the first time in months. Gaz was back in his signature dark blue cap with the Union Jack patch, a clean white tee, and black cargos. Ilbilge was head-to-toe in black, but she decided to throw her hair up in a high ponytail today. Low-key, she was already regretting it—constantly low-key complaining with, "I low-key regret this," and "Why did I even do a ponytail?" Gaz was just rolling with it, listening to her rant while eating traditional Turkish macun (her latest street food obsession).
The square was super chill. Families, kids, street buskers, madly in love couples, and local vendors everywhere—just a classic Istanbul scene. As they strolled down the Üsküdar coast, Gaz took a lick of the macun and commented, "Damn, Asya, this hits so different from Britain. It’s way... calmer, and people here are genuinely so friendly. Back home? Absolutely not."
Ilbilge laughed and explained, "Welcome to Istanbul. People here just built different; everyone looks out for each other and has your back. To Turks, that’s just basic gentleman behavior, respect, and good vibes."
Since the sun was setting, the Bosphorus had this insane orange glow, and the sky was literally painted in gradients of yellow, orange, and fiery red. Gaz quickly realized he wasn't going to finish the macun just by licking it, so he straight up went in for a bite. Seeing him struggle in a 1v1 battle against the street candy, Ilbilge burst out laughing, "Kyle, are you seriously losing to a macun stick?"
Gaz turned to her, mouth completely full, and went full defense mode: "I can't finish this just by licking it!"
Ilbilge pulled a water bottle out of her tote and handed it over, warning him, "Don't talk with your mouth full, you're literally gonna speedrun choking on your own snack. Drink some water."
Gaz took the bottle, took a sip, and turned right back to her. "I would never choke on my own food! I'm British!" he said, flexing hard.
Ilbilge rolled her eyes, reached out, grabbed his face with both hands, and started gently squishing his cheeks with her thumbs. Teasing him, she shot back, "And I'm Turkish, so what? Does being Turkish mean I'm gonna choke on a snack or something?"
Even though Gaz tried to swat her hands away and pretend to protest, he totally caved and let her do it. He surrendered, muttering under his breath, "I’d never let you die, though."
Ilbilge smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a tiny peck. Gaz froze for a second, turned bright red in like two seconds flat, and stammered, "Asya..." totally caught off guard.
Ilbilge just grinned and started raining playful kisses all over his face. Passersby noticed and smiled at the cute moment. Finally cracking under the attention, Gaz went, "You asked for it." wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, and pulled her in for a deep kiss right there on the boardwalk.
The crowd around them was low-key shook for a second by the bold move, but then smiled anyway. A couple of Gen Z kids nearby even whipped out their phones to record it.
The atmosphere was unironically straight out of a movie. Across from the Maiden's Tower, golden hour sunset, right in the middle of a bustling crowd—total dream aesthetic, right?
After holding the kiss for a solid minute, Gaz finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. He smirked, "You really made me do that... I gotta hand it to you, you're something else."
Ilbilge giggled, gave him a playful, affectionate love-tap on the arm, and muttered in Turkish, "Eşşek seni..." (You absolute donkey...)
Gaz looked totally confused and asked, "Wait, what did you just say?"
Ilbilge brushed it off with a smirk: "Never mind. You wouldn't get it."
Thanks for reading! Hope you loved it, and if this gets enough hype, I'll definitely drop more stories! :3
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