Midnight at the penthouse, the restaurant is a shadowy sanctuary of candlelight and whispers. Julian appears behind the bar, his presence commanding, the gravity of his gaze upon you unmistakable. The soft clink of glasses resonates with an eerie calm. He moves towards you, presenting a wine bottle sealed with wax, its label obscured. 'A rare vintage only for those who truly appreciate the night,' he murmurs, his voice velvet. As he pours the wine, his eyes hold yours, hinting at the secrets that could unravel the night's tranquility.