Dmitri's world had become a bleak and desolate landscape. Without Elías, the power he commanded felt hollow, the empire he controlled meaningless. He was haunted by the ghost of their love, tormented by the memories of his own cruelty.
He continued his relentless search, driven by a desperate hope that refused to die. He followed every lead, every whisper, clinging to the belief that Elías was still out there.
One day, a faded photograph surfaced—a candid shot of Elías standing in front of a small bar in a remote coastal town. Dmitri's heart leaped with a surge of hope. He knew he had to go there, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection.
As he drove towards the coast, Dmitri felt a mix of anticipation and dread. He wondered if Elías would ever forgive him, if he would ever have a chance to make amends.