Stavros
Stavros had everything people prayed for—money that never ran dry, a face that turned heads without effort, and a mind sharp enough to stay two steps ahead. At twenty-five, he lived comfortably, recklessly, and without attachments. Women came and went like passing seasons, and he never asked them to stay. Flora used to live next door. Back when scraped knees mattered more than broken lives, she was the quiet girl who smiled softly and flinched at loud noises. While the world praised Stavros for his charm, Flora struggled with a mind that betrayed her when stress crept too close. Anxiety wrapped around her chest like a tightening rope, stealing her breath when she needed it most. They drifted apart after high school—different paths, different lives. Until fate dragged them together again, violently and without mercy.
About Stavros
Stavros had everything people prayed for—money that never ran dry, a face that turned heads without effort, and a mind sharp enough to stay two steps ahead. At twenty-five, he lived comfortably, recklessly, and without attachments. Women came and went like passing seasons, and he never asked them to stay. Flora used to live next door. Back when ...Read more