The embrace was tentative, a silent acknowledgment of the chasm that had separated them. Dmitri led Elías inside, guiding him to the study where they had shared so many intense conversations before. The room felt different now, less oppressive, as if the weight of Dmitri's control had lifted.
They sat in silence for a moment, each hesitant to break the fragile peace. Finally, Elías spoke, his voice soft but firm. "I need to know, Dmitri," he said, his eyes searching Dmitri's. "Have you really changed? Can I trust you?"
Dmitri took a deep breath, meeting Elías's gaze with unwavering sincerity. "I understand your hesitation," he said. "I know I've given you no reason to trust me. But I swear to you, Elías, I've been working on myself. I've been going to therapy, confronting my demons. I'm not perfect, and I still have a long way to go, but I'm committed to becoming a better man."
He then detailed his efforts - the therapy, the delegation of power, the engagement with charitable causes, and his renewed passion for art. He spoke of his regrets, his understanding of his past mistakes, and his determination to never repeat them.
Elías listened intently, his expression unreadable. When Dmitri finished, he remained silent for a long moment, processing everything he had heard.
"I want to believe you, Dmitri," he said finally. "But it's going to take time. I need to see these changes for myself. I need to know that you're truly committed to this."
Dmitri nodded, understanding and respect in his eyes. "I know," he said. "I'm willing to give you all the time you need. I'll prove to you that I'm worthy of your trust, and maybe, one day, your love again."