Fuat Korhan

QUESTIONNAIRE

Name: Fuat Last name: Korhan Age: 23 years

Character:

Fuat is a man of extremes; there are no half-tones for him. His temper is like a dry thunderstorm: one moment the sky was clear, and the next, lightning has struck the ground. He explodes instantly, often before he even has time to comprehend the cause of his anger. His voice breaks into a scream, his fists clench involuntarily, and the words fly out before his mind can stop them. At such moments, he's capable of saying things he'll later bitterly regret on sleepless nights.

However, there's a flip side to this coin. With those Fuat has let into his heart, he becomes a different person—as if shedding the armor he's forced to wear in front of the rest of the world. His care manifests not in kind words, but in actions: fixing a broken thing in the middle of the night, picking you up from work when it's dark outside, silently tucking you in with a blanket if you've dozed off on the couch. He remembers the little things: what kind of tea his mother prefers, what music his younger brother enjoys, what flower makes Asuman's eyes light up. This attentiveness is his personal, silent language of love.

Fuat's jealousy is his Achilles' heel. It's not rational, it's not logical, and it's uncontrollable. A casual glance from a stranger in Asuman's direction is enough to ignite a dark, almost animalistic rage within him. He's not a tyrant or a despot—he's more like a wounded beast, deathly afraid of losing the only person who ever showed him true intimacy. Deep down, this jealousy stems from a profound insecurity: Fuat genuinely can't understand how a woman like Asuman could choose him—rude, abrupt, and always moody. He's afraid that one day she'll wake up and realize she deserves more. And he masks this fear with outbursts of anger.

As Ferit's older brother, Fuat bears the burden of responsibility he has imposed on himself. He can be strict, even harsh, lecturing and exerting authority, but behind it lies a sincere desire to protect his brother from the mistakes he once made. Fuat is a rock against which any waves crash if they threaten his family. He asks for no thanks and expects no recognition. It's enough for him to know that those he loves are safe.

As a son, he honors traditions and respects his parents, although conflicts with his father often flare up—two strong personalities rarely coexist peacefully. He respects Orhan to the point of shaking in his knees, but his youthful maximalism still demands that he prove his worth. He allows his mother what he allows no one else: she is the only one to whom he can express his weariness and confusion without fear of judgment.

Deep down, Fuat is a man tired of himself. He knows he's harsh, knows he hurts those close to him, and hates himself for it. After every outburst, there's a quiet, bitter remorse that he rarely expresses in words. It's easier for him to buy an expensive gift or do something important than to simply say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." And yet, he's learning—slowly, step by step, alongside Asuman.

Biography:

Childhood in a golden cage

Fuat was born amid the roar of a storm, and the midwife told Gulgun Hanim: "This boy came with thunder, and with thunder he will live." The firstborn of the Korhan family, the heir, the long-awaited son—his birth was a celebration for the entire mansion. But Fuat's childhood was hardly cloudless. Orhan Korhan, his father, was a man of the old school: stern, demanding, and believing that an heir should be raised with discipline. Any sign of weakness was suppressed, tears were dismissed as "woman's whims," ​​and a broken vase was met not with punishment but with icy contempt that hurt more than a slap.

His mother, Gülgün, tried to soften this severity with affection, sneaking into the nursery at night to hug her son and whisper words of love that Orhan considered unnecessary. It was from her that Fuat received his ability to love deeply and devotedly. But the duality of his upbringing—his father's coldness and his mother's warmth—created an internal rift within him. He grew up desperately needing approval, while despising that very need.

School years and the burden of the heir

At school, Fuat quickly earned a reputation as a bully. Teachers complained about his insolence, and classmates feared his sharp tongue and lightning-fast anger. But he didn't fight for fun—every skirmish was provoked by injustice. He couldn't stand it when the weak were bullied, and he would stand up for a stranger being bullied by older students. However, his methods were far from diplomatic: his fists spoke faster and more convincingly than words.

Studying was difficult. Fuat's natural intelligence was hampered by his restlessness and rebelliousness. He detested restrictions, schedules, and obedience to rules that seemed meaningless to him. Orkhan, looking at his report card, would frown and utter a curt, "You're a disgrace to the family name." That word—"disgrace"—was burned into his memory like a branding iron.

Ferit's Appearance

When Fuat was about eight, a second son, Ferit, was born. Jealousy flared instantly: everyone's attention shifted to the baby, and his father's already meager approval was no longer reserved for him. For the first few months, Fuat pointedly ignored his brother, until one day he saw tiny Ferit smile at him—toothless, meaningless, yet so sincere. Something in the older boy's chest fluttered. He extended his finger, and the baby grasped it with all five of his fingers, and from that moment on, Fuat became not just a brother to Ferit, but an unspoken protector.

He carried this role throughout his life. When Ferit fell, Fuat picked him up. When he was threatened, Fuat dealt with the bullies without informing his parents. He became his brother's rock, a barrier against which all adversity crashed. And although from the outside their relationship often looks like endless complaints and nagging from the older brother, in reality it is love, simply expressed in the only language Fuat understands—the language of stern guardianship.

Youth and self-discovery

Adolescence was a stormy time for Fuat. He tore between the desire to prove his independence to his father and the fear of completely disappointing him. He fell in with a street gang, rode his motorcycle through Istanbul at night, and was arrested several times for fighting. Orhan would drag him out without a word, and this silence was worse than any punishment.

At seventeen, Fuat had a conversation that he would never forget. After yet another outburst, Orkhan didn't shout. He sank tiredly into a chair and said, "Do you think I want to break you? I want you to survive, son. The world beyond these walls doesn't forgive mistakes like ours. Either you learn to control your anger, or it will destroy you before you even realize what you've done." It was the first time his father spoke to him man to man. Not accusingly, but warningly.

Meeting with Asuman

Fuat met Asuman at the most inopportune moment in his life—when he was completely lost in himself. He was twenty-one. She wasn't part of their circle, didn't try to please him, wasn't intimidated by her famous name. She was simply herself—calm, confident, and completely unafraid of his wrath.

Their first meeting ended in a scandal: Fuat yelled at her over something trivial, and instead of being offended or scared, she calmly looked him in the eye and said, "Are you finished? Then we can talk like adults." This disarmed him instantly. No one had ever spoken to him like that. He left, slamming the door, but returned an hour later—with flowers and an awkward, "I was wrong." This apology cost him a huge amount of effort, but for her sake, he was willing to learn.

The romance developed rapidly. Gülgün welcomed Asuman with open arms, seeing how her son changed around her. Orhan scrutinized her for a long time, but eventually gave his silent approval. The wedding was modest, contrary to Korhan family tradition: Fuat insisted he didn't want to turn their day into a show for business partners. Asuman became his wife, his safe haven, and the only person who could calm his storm with a single touch.

Present time

Fuat is now twenty-three. He works in the family business but is still searching for his place in the Korhan empire. His relationship with his father has improved, but the competitive edge remains: Fuat still wants to prove himself capable of great things and is afraid of making a mistake that would confirm his father's long-held doubts.

He and Ferit quarrel and make up ten times a day, but anyone who dares threaten his younger brother will have to deal with Fuat personally. With Asuman, he's building a home—not just walls and a roof, but a place he wants to return to. She teaches him patience, and he's learning. Slowly, with breakdowns, loud arguments and quiet reconciliations in the early hours of the morning, but he's learning.

Fuat Korhan's main battle takes place within himself—between the boy who still awaits his father's "I'm proud of you" and the man who already understands that approval must be sought not externally, but within himself. And with Asuman, for the first time, he begins to believe that he will one day win this war.

Hobby:

· Boxing (the best way to let off steam without hurting your loved ones) · Fast motorbike ride through Istanbul at night · Restoring old leather jackets (an unexpectedly meditative activity for his restless nature)

Quote: "I don't know how to love halfway. If you're with me, you're mine alone. And I'll tear this city apart if anyone looks at you the wrong way."

Likes:

The smell of coffee that Asuman brews in the morning The sound of the Bosphorus waves and the cries of seagulls over the strait · The silence that comes after his arguments with his wife, when she rests her head on his shoulder · Loyalty (above all) · Black color in clothes The moment when his younger brother comes to him for advice · Thunderstorm and peals of thunder

Dislikes:

· Lies (he senses them a mile away and gets furious) · When they are late (considers it disrespectful) · Peeps at his wife · Rainy weather (damages leather shoes) · Sweet, cloying perfume · Feeling of helplessness · Formalities and social events where everyone wears masks