. The drops hit the glass furiously, causing the city to blur into a blur of light and shadow. The constant s
orm battering the city was nothing compared to the internal turmoil raging in his mind. He knew what he had to do, but uncertainty ate at
Not when Mateo's shadow stalked him again. Mateo, his former friend and partner, a man who had once been his ally, now repre
line, entering personal territory. Not only had he manipulated Adrián's business dealings, but he'd also stalked Emilia, the woman Adrián was beginning to see diff
ngers caressed the cold surface of the glass. "I won'
control, of becoming a puppet of his own feelings. Adrián had learned to be the man everyone admired: calculating, relentless, always one step ahea
place that would give him a false sense of security, a ruined building, one of those that time had forgotten. The perfect place for a
orporate tower, the sound of his footsteps seemed to amplify, as if each one represented a step into the
that seemed to envelop him. The deserted road stretched out before him, like a straight line leading him straight toward confrontation. He couldn't help but fee
ion tormented him as he drove, the sound of the engine and the pounding of the rain creating an atmosphere that felt increasingly suffocating. Fear gripped him, not because of the confrontation with Mateo, but be
dows cast by the building's ruins. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the city itself were holding its breath. Adrian adjusted his suit, h
echo that amplified the loneliness he felt. As he approached the entrance, uncertainty invaded him again. What
, creating long, strange shadows. There, in the center of the room, stood Mateo. His figure stood out agai
king tone. "I thought we'd never have any more en
n in the air was palpable. The two men stared at each other, but it was as if neither of them was really seeing the other.
o," Adrian finally said, his voice low a
irst time, Mateo was beginning to feel the pressure of the situation
t echoed in the void, and for an instant, time seemed to stand still. Mateo glared at Adrian, t
e cold and cutting. "If you touch her a
held him still, his arm tight around his neck. Mat
ng to kill me?" he asked, in a different tone,
all to the ground. As Mateo stood up, still panting, Adrian was
he said without turning around,
e feeling of uncertainty. Was this the right way to handle things? What he had done, although necessary, had left him with more questions than answers. Night had falle