She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell. ~ Nikita Gill

Cole's POV

I could feel her gaze on me.

And when I turned around, the rest of the world faded away. She stood there graced in a dress the color of moonlight and lips painted by Persephone's pomegranate.

I approached, masking my nerves and guilt with a smirk, "Care to dance?"

She looked at me with practiced indifference, "Was it really necessary to meet here?"

"Maybe-" I glided my hands down to rest on her hips, "-I just wanted to see you in a dress."

"Hm...tacky," she murmured leaning in closer and looping her arms around my shoulders.

Seeing as she hasn't shoved me away yet, I took it as encouragement to lean in and whisper into her ear, "Well, you got to see me in suit. And if you play your cards right, maybe you'll see me out of this suit."

"Tempting, but that's not why you're here, "she responded, her lips just barely grazing over my neck before bringing them back to my ear, "So, tell me. What's the real reason you're here?"

I smirked, placing a kiss below her ear before whispering, "You know already. Tomorrow at 14:00."

I lifted my head to meet her gaze. She inclined her chin in acknowledgement, and we continued to sway to the slow melody.

"Remember that time in Copenhagen?" I asked, "That was our first assignment together. I got to see you in action, and you certainly lived up to the reputation you held at the agency."

"Well, I didn't earn that kind of respect from just my good looks," Sydney replied with sly smile dancing on her lips, "Remember that."

"I couldn't forget, Syd," I replied sincerely, gazing into her dark eyes. Eyes that held a storm.

Sydney was like the ocean. Both were undeniable beautiful. But both must be treated with reverence. Both possessed an unrivaled power, capable of obliterating anything without a second thought. So when I saw the twinkle of a storm brewing, I knew shit was about to go down. And knowing Sydney, she wanted me to see it, she rarely let anything slip unless it was deliberate. The tempest that churned could not be quelled. Sydney was a force of nature.

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The final chords of the song faded away signalling my exit. I pulled back to place a tender kiss on Sydney's left cheek. She stepped back, dropping her arms. And with that I slipped out and dissipated into the moonless night.