The decision weighed heavily on Elías, but once made, it propelled him forward with a sense of purpose he hadn't felt in months. He packed a small bag, leaving behind the familiar comforts of his coastal life. He knew this journey could lead to heartache, but the possibility of a future with Dmitri outweighed his fear.
He left a note for his friends at the bar, explaining that he needed to take some time away, without revealing the true reason for his departure. He couldn't bear the thought of their judgment, their concern for his well-being. This was a path he had to walk alone.
The journey back to Dmitri's world was a stark contrast to the peaceful life he had created. The opulent surroundings, the fast cars, and the air of power felt foreign and unsettling. He felt like an outsider, a ghost from a past life.
He arrived at the Volkov estate, his heart pounding in his chest. The imposing gates loomed before him, a symbol of the wealth and power that had once both attracted and repelled him. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was making a mistake.
Taking a deep breath, he approached the intercom and announced his name. A long silence followed, filled with a mix of anticipation and dread. Then, the gates slowly began to open.
He drove up the long driveway, his eyes fixed on the mansion in the distance. He knew that Dmitri was inside, waiting for him. He just didn't know what kind of man he would find.