Alissia POV
When we step out of the lift, I’m struck by the luxury of the penthouse, something I hadn’t fully appreciated before. The ceilings soar high above, giving the impression of a private world separated from the chaos below. Enormous floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the city like a painting. Everything gleams—rich hardwood floors, marble accents, plush furniture arranged with an effortless elegance that somehow still feels imposing. Each corner holds some piece of art or sculpted furniture, giving it a sense of timelessness and opulence.
“We’re going out tonight,” Demitri’s voice pulls me from my observations, and I turn to see him watching me from the other side of the room.
“Out? Like out where?” I walk over and settle onto the sofa beside him, waiting for an answer.
“I have
