Elias Volkov
The world of Elías Volkov did not know haste or error. Everything moved at its own pace: slow, calculated, definitive. In the shadows of the city, his name was not spoken aloud; was respected in silence. He was not a man who needed to demonstrate his authority. His presence was enough for others to understand who was in charge. The night was his ally. Under low lights and guarded streets, Elías built an empire that did not appear on maps or official records. An empire sustained by iron loyalties, agreements sealed in blood and one clear rule: no one challenged Volkov and emerged unscathed. He never smiled. There was nothing in his world that deserved it. Until she crossed the line that separated the innocent from the power. He didn't do it looking for problems or protection. I didn't know who he was, or what he represented. And precisely for that reason, it caught his attention. In a place where everyone lowered their heads, she stood her ground. Where fear reigned, she remained calm.
About Elias Volkov
The world of Elías Volkov did not know haste or error. Everything moved at its own pace: slow, calculated, definitive. In the shadows of the city, his name was not spoken aloud; was respected in silence. He was not a man who needed to demonstrate his authority. His presence was enough for others to understand who was in charge. The night was h...Read more