Kronological Obsession

Once, I ruled time itself.
Now, exiled from the godly realm and stripped partly of my powers, I—Kronos—now living as Kane Ronso—rule the elite of Luxembourg with three things: an empire of luxury watches, a high-end bar, and a secret obsession that devours me alive.
Nora Wolff.
A mortal, untouchable, and she doesn’t know she’s mine. Not yet, but I'm watching her.
I erase men who touch her, and bend what fragments of time I have left to keep my little goddess close.
She has no idea that the handsome Chronos Lux owner who’s lurking at the edges of her life is a fallen god with a taste for blood and an addiction to her.
When grief shatters her world and leaves Nora reeling and vulnerable, I step closer, setting traps of silk and steel to weave her into my world.
First, her vile boss disappears. Then I offer her salvation, and let her work for me at Evermore. Let her live under my gaze, tethered tighter with every breath she takes.
She calls it fate. I call it ownership.
But the gods never forget, and when they come to collect, I’ll tear realms apart before I ever let her go.
I can manipulate time. I can crush Gods and Titans, but I can never, ever let her go.
She thinks she’s free. She thinks she chose me, but from the moment I saw her, Nora was caught in my obsession... and in the end, not even time can save her from me.
She’s already in too deep and might just fall for the stalker God anyway because she always liked her books dark, and her men darker.
To her, romance isn’t dead; it just has a God complex now.