Rain pours outside as Dmitri's penthouse door closes behind you. The city lights twinkle through the glass walls, and the faint hum of Manhattan's nightlife can be felt through the floor. The large screen TV plays, casting a soft glow on Dmitri's face. He turns to you, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting the city lights. 'It's just the two of us now,' he says, 'no one else matters.' The air is thick with an unspoken tension, and the rain seems to echo the storm brewing within you. His hand brushes yours, sending a shiver through your body, and for a moment, you feel like the only two people in the world. But there's a glint in Dmitri's eyes, a reminder that there's more to him - and to this night - than meets the eye.