Holding Back by Miles

One mansion stood tall in the fading light of dusk, its elegant structure casting long shadows over the gardens. 

A mysterious figure approached, dressed in a black jacket with swirling patterns of white lightning on the side, and a black helmet that hid his face. 

Despite his suspicious appearance, the guards at the entrance barely glanced at him before stepping aside. They were all expecting this person to come here.

Not only that, but the security guards had been strictly instructed not to speak to him or ask any kind of questions, emphasizing just how important this person was. 

In front of the mysterious man was the paved private road to the villa. 

The mansion symbolized timeless beauty, with a blend of Mediterranean and modern styles. 

Its soft pastel walls glowed warmly at twilight.