Viktor's car pulled into the driveway of the Drago estate, the engine cutting off with a low rumble. The mansion loomed in the early evening light, its stone facade imposing yet familiar. He stepped out, his suit wrinkled from hours of driving, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
The weight of the past day pressed on him... chasing leads, hitting dead ends, and grappling with the truth about Elias. His mind churned with a mix of anger, regret, and something deeper he didn't want to name. He grabbed his phone from the passenger seat and headed inside, the door creaking as he pushed it open.
The house was quiet, the usual bustle of staff muted. Viktor entered the house, his footsteps echoing in the grand foyer. He needed a shower, a change of clothes, and a moment to clear his head before heading to the Voss estate. As he climbed the stairs, he heard the clink of a glass from the kitchen. Luka was there, no doubt nursing a drink and avoiding Clara's wrath.
