#thesocietyprince

[belkisbadem]

BELKIS PREVIEW : HOLIDAY GALA

attending with devran ( @thesocietyprince )

[dilansahin]

Dilan's night was off to a great start, though with Jason as her date it was hard for it to be anything less. She liked having both of her siblings in the same place, the fact that it wasn't just limited to tonight was a pretty big thing for her. Her brother was always there when she needed someone, a protector wanting to keep her shielded from all the horrors the world had to offer. She offered him a smile as she spotted him from across the room, the expression only growing as he made his way over. "Bu gece seni görmek çok güzel kardeşim." She kissed his cheeks in unison with him, the night seemed to keep getting better. "It's been amazing —" She trailed off, meaning to finish her sentence but the mention of their mother causing her to pause. "It's hard not to think of how much she would of loved this." She frowned at the memory, but the woman was always in a good mood when there was a buffet. "You really think she would of?"

closed starter @dilansahin // gala main room

Devran held affection for very little in his life. In his line of work, attachments were liabilities, vulnerabilities that could be exploited. Strength came from detachment, from keeping others at a distance. Yet Dilan was the exception—the only one who had a permanent place in his guarded heart. Their father had made it clear when he died: Devran was to watch over her, to ensure she never became entangled in the world he and Devran inhabited. Their father told them he would be alive for a long time so Devran hasn’t taken over the full responsibility yet. Their father had wanted better for her, a life untouched by the shadows they lived in. Devran took that responsibility seriously. It was his unspoken vow, one he’d honor no matter what. As his sharp eyes scanned the crowd, they found her instantly. Even in a room full of people, Dilan stood out—a beacon of light in a sea of strangers. But tonight was no ordinary night, and he couldn’t afford any distractions. Plans needed to unfold perfectly, and as much as he adored his baby sister, her presence complicated things.

“Sevgili kız kardeşim, melek gibi görünüyorsun,” he greeted her in Turkish, his tone warm but his mind already calculating. He kissed both her cheeks in the way he always had, a mix of affection and tradition. “I trust you’re enjoying yourself. Mother would be so proud of you.” The mention of their mother was a deliberate choice, though it twisted something in his chest. Her loss had been a cruel blow, one they both still carried. Bringing her up was a low tactic, but Devran needed to keep Dilan occupied, to ensure her focus stayed far away from the undercurrents of the evening. Even if it meant stirring old grief, it was a price he was willing to pay to protect her.

Sevgili kız kardeşim, melek gibi görünüyorsun = Dear sister, you look like an angel

[miaxgallo]

WHO: Devran Sahin @thesocietyprince LOCATION: On the edge of the dance floor

Mia's night had been... eventful to say the least. From witnessing Sera join her side on the Serpents, to dealing with trying to keep tabs on a very annoyed Nico, and finally to her extended excursion in the bathroom with a certain Society co leader that would be very bad if anyone found out. Fraternizing with the enemy was an understatement. It had taken a while, but eventually Mia was able to get eyes on Nico once more. But Mia would be a fool if she was not still on alert. So far, everyone was staying peaceful and perhaps there was hope of them all making it through the gala before any blood was spilled. They could wait until after the gala ended. But, Mia was a pragmatist, and she knew the threat could still come from a number of different places with a number of different attacks. The Society, the Ghost Riders and even the Giovanni imposter were still all threats. Her gaze was scanning the crowd once more, reading each face it passed over to discern who else she needed to keep an eye on. Suddenly feeling a hand on her lower back and another taking her hand, Mia was swiftly carried off to the dance floor by the same Society co leader she should not be interacting with in public. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Mia hissed, though her face fell into a cool and collected, albeit smug mask while only her eyes blazed at the man. Still Mia fell confidently into the steps of the dance as they waltzed around. "Let me guess, trying to get a rise out of the Serpents no doubt watching or out of me?"

[derinxsahinreis]

Location: The Veltvet Oasis Lobby Status: Closed @thesocietyprince

Up until recently, Derin let herself like being at the hotel. Things had been going well since her arrival. She avoided her father and brother and was rebounding with Dilan. It was usually one of the former that pissed her off and ruined her mindset. And she often let Dilan go down as collateral when that happened. Things reminded her that they were not treated the same, they had different expectations since their mother passed and that brought resentment between them. Derin was trying to shove it down because she was enjoying her time with Dilan. As Derin was heading out of the lobby, Dev was coming in. She spotted him, eye contact was made and she tried to turn away and walk in the other direction but it was too late. "Fuck" she mumbled to herself. "Brother. What a crappy day it turned out to be."

[moody-money]

donovan: is that deal still on the table?

donovan: this is a burner so good luck tracing it

donovan: things have changed.

@thesocietyprince

[saccharinexvenom]

FEATURING    ›     kaan & devran ( @thesocietyprince ) LOCATED AT    ›     holiday charity gala

there would have been no avoiding the interaction. the moment where kaan would finally cross paths with one of the leaders of the society. the very one who he had not long ago shared a business meeting with, of sorts. the offer had been garnered, passed from devran's tongue to kaan's. and provided to the one who would ultimately make the decision for the crimsons. even if it were against the better judgement of the man who had come to be her right hand. but for now, devran did not need to know how the scales balanced. nor which way they tipped, unless it were miray herself who offered the information to him. " devran , " the name slipped in such a formal tone, yet the words were betrayed by the smirk that caught upon the edge of kaan's lips. " i hope we're not here to just talk business. it's a party, after all . "

[mirayaslan]

closed starter | @thesocietyprince

Miray had been looking for the society prince since the moment she stepped foot into the Gala, wanting to thank him for the gifts he had sent her. She also wanted to speak more to him about the Society offer, after all it was going to be her decision who the Crimsons went with not Kaan's. There would be no hope of a deal made if Miray didn't speak directly to the Society leaders. "I should thank you for the flowers and chocolates. They wont factor into my decision of course but they were greatly appreciated, and delicious."

[zakariaxwolfe]

Location: The Bar Status: Closed @thesocietyprince

"Mr. Sahin." Zak said as he greeted Devran. With an outstretched arm for a shake. The two had been working a little together recently but there was still room for more now that the ghost riders officially picked a side. "Lovely to see all your people out tonight. Though I have to say I feel like something big is coming." He exhaled as he waved a bartender over. "I'm sorry about your business burning down, the Gallery. Let me know if there is anything we can do to help."

[aylaxbinici]

WHO: Devran Sahin @thesocietyprince LOCATION: A table at the gala

While working out details, Ayla had tried to make sure with Gabriel that it would be okay for her to attend since she was still on crutches. The scooter was used more for her trips down the block, but she used crutches everywhere else. Hopefully in a few weeks she'd be able to switch to a boot and become even more mobile. Gabriel had assured here there'd be plenty of seating so she wouldn't have to stay on the crutches and her one good foot all night. However, this made it hard for her to stand with Gabriel when he socialized with others. And he'd been a very popular man tonight. Plenty of people had wanted to talk to him, to have his ear and to discuss a number of topics.

When she saw him taking note of someone across the room, Ayla waved him away and assured him it was okay for him to go talk, she'd wait here at their table and take a much needed break. She was just finishing the last of her glass of champagne when she noticed someone approaching her. Ayla smiled warmly at the man, recognizing him instantly. "Hello, Devran." Derin's brother and the man who had been so kind to her before when she needed help navigating on her little adventure. "I'm glad to see someone I recognize. Are you having a good time?"

[nerodifiore]

📍back-alley gym + @thesocietyprince

nero’s fists slammed into the heavy bag, each punch landing with a precision that made the chain above it rattle against the old steel beam. the room smelled of leather, sweat, and the decades-old wood of the walls. this place was a relic from another time—a private club with scars from its illegal fight club days, buried deep in the city’s underbelly. the modern equipment—bags, ropes, and weights—was seamlessly blended with the vintage of cracked walls and scuffed floors, lit by industrial lamps hanging low from the ceiling. the entrance outside didn’t have no signs, no flashing lights—just a nondescript metal door tucked between an old brick building and a graffiti-tagged alley. you didn’t find this place unless you were supposed to.

the sun was setting, streaking the high windows with deep orange light. nero stood in a grey hoodie and sweatpants, sweat dripping down his back, muscles tense as he worked the bag like it owed him something. his knuckles hit hard, the rhythm sharp and relentless. his mind, though, wasn’t here. it was stuck replaying the halloween party, the tension still clawing at him, tangled up with sage’s latest vanishing act. two hits—one emotional, the other practical—and nero wasn’t the type to let either slide.

[miaxgallo]

@thesocietyprince

Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011) dir. Glenn Ficarra

[miaxgallo]

WHO: Devran Sahin @thesocietyprince LOCATION: Devran's penthouse

Their leader was shot too. The words echoed over and over again in Mia's head and had since the moment she read them from her brother. She couldn't dare risk by asking too many questions about him. But which leader? The Society had two... and oh god. The thought of Devran getting shot made her sick. It propelled her from her own penthouse across the city without a second thought. This was one of the riskiest things she had ever done, one of the stupidest things. But she couldn't think of anything but Devran getting shot. Banging on his door, Mia felt her heart hammer in her chest. It hadn't even occured to her until she got here that he could be anywhere but here. He could be at a secondary safe location. The clubhouse. The hospital. Anywhere. But she needed to know, needed to see him. "Devran, open up." She pleaded, banging louder.

[derinxsahinreis]

Location: The Bar Status: Closed @thesocietyprince

"Brother" Derin greets as Devran approaches her where she is stood at the bar. She had been avoiding him since her return. She had skipped out on the thanksgiving lunch which took much convincing that she was sick. "What do you want?" She said as she sipped her drink, not caring to keep up the pleasantries.

[sinnerssquarehq]

BERK CANKAT is looking for ONE CONNECTION

(BERK CANKAT, 36) DEVRAN SAHIN is looking for HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT. They look like SAVANNAH LEE SMITH, JONATHAN DAVISS, LEWIS TAN, SIMONE ASHLEY, ABIGAIL COWEN, JOSH SEGGARA, LEO WOODALL, UTP and are between 23-40. You DO NOT need to contact @thesocietyprince . More information about this connection: Devran is a busy man. He has to run a gang, a country club, and continue his role as the philanthropist playboy to the public. Think of Pepper Potts to his Tony Stark. You’ve worked under him for a few years, and are his most trusted confidant. Probably the only one who gets to see beneath the mask. Either a clean or dirty civilian, or would have to be a Society member. Open to a lot of different paths for this, so slide into my DMs if you want to brainstorm.

[belkisbadem]

Letting her fingers run lightly across the edge of the desk, she only flicked her eyes down away from him for a moment but long enough to give him the power in the room. As if she ever had any at all. "I don't mind being there." Returning to his gaze with her own, the air feeling almost tight in the room surrounding her throat but her tone remained the same it always was with him, flirty and dangerous. "Under you, or your eye or whatever it is you said." She kicked her feet down from where they were resting on top of his desk, leaning herself in closer to the desk with her hands now placed upon the wood. "And what exactly do you think we both came for?" To say that her interest had peaked would be an understatement, if he hadn't had her full attention yet, he sure had it now. Belkis knew what she was there for, a glimpse of multiple things she wanted. Him. Power. More. More action in her role with the Society now that war was ringing through the tunnels of New York, but she was more than eager to hear what the boss had to say first.

"Always with the games, Belkis," he said, his voice smooth, the teasing tone mixed with a hint of something deeper that lingered beneath the surface. "But if we're talking about categories, then I'd say you're right where you belong—right here, under my watchful eye." Devran leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving her as she kicked her legs up on the desk like she owned it—like she owned him. He let out a quiet chuckle, a low, knowing sound that only added to the charged silence hanging between them. There was always something about her—something that drew him in even when he knew better than to get too close. "As for the desk," he continued with a teasing edge, but never losing that professional tone, "let's keep it simple. If you want to impress me, it’ll be with your ideas, not with theatrics." His gaze softened just a fraction as he leaned forward slightly, his tone low but firm. "I’m here to make sure we both get what we came for. So, let’s focus on that." Devran lingered for a moment, letting the words settle between them. He hadn’t dismissed her flirtation entirely, but he was holding the line, his calm confidence standing in contrast to the charged air around them. He knew the rules of this game—he just wasn’t always inclined to play by her rules.

[saccharinexvenom]

FEATURING    ›     kaan & devran ( @thesocietyprince ) LOCATED AT    ›     the velvet oasis

the pieces upon the chessboard had continued to move. pawns and bishops shifted into place. all to ensure the protection of the queen, and subsequently, the king. the latter would be of no consequence to kaan. but the decision had been ultimately out of his hands. which perhaps made his next moves a question of loyalty, or a decisive play that would become favorable to the crimsons. " devran , " the name slipped from his tongue with ease. as if they had stepped beyond the formalities of surnames exclusively. or perhaps it was yet another deliberate move on kaan's behalf. the mind was a beautiful thing, and to play it right was like stepping through a minefield. " i quite enjoyed our conversation at the gala. it was rather enlightening . " his fingers curled around the glass that held some of the darkened liquor he had been sipping upon. all in the sake of waiting for the man of the hour to finally appear. kaan could only assume he had been rather busy with ... " it seems we had more in common than i thought . "