Sign of Obsession

the Sign of Obsession Ares Nikolakos was 32 and ruled Athens’ underworld with an iron fist. As handsome as an ancient god, with steel-gray eyes and a body carved by years where only power mattered, he was feared and respected. Women wanted him—but he wanted no one. He didn’t believe in love. Only in control. In loyalty. In duty. Then came Emma Caldwell. A 23-year-old Englishwoman with melancholic eyes and a tired smile. She was running from the past, from a man who had left her alone with a child. She had settled in Athens with her one-year-old son, Noah, searching for a quiet life, far from chaos. Ares had seen her by chance one morning, in front of a bakery. Her messy hair, the soft tone of her voice as she spoke to the child in her arms — that was enough. He didn’t understand what hit him, but he couldn’t forget her eyes. The next day, he already knew her name. Within a week, he knew where she lived, what coffee she liked, which park she visited with Noah. He didn’t try to seduce her. He didn’t know how. But he began protecting her from the shadows. Anyone who spoke too kindly to her — disappeared. A stranger who tried to follow her — found beaten in a ditch. Emma couldn’t understand why she felt watched. Why she felt... possessed. Until one day, he showed up. Elegant, calm, dangerous. He appeared at her door like a threat wrapped in an expensive suit.