Midnight Dance of Deceit

At the end of this dance of lovers one will be deceived

The woman stepped onto a platform and spun around the marble floor. She recalled the man that summoned her space. He was the thing that haunted her in her dreams and waking twilight. She looked out into the night sky and breathed in the cool, crisp air as it burned her lungs. There were small, fire lit lights and insects spread their illumination through their lazy flight patterns. She felt a presence with her but she couldn’t see who they were. The figure crept in the dark and she touched one of her weapons hidden within the sleeves of her clothes.

A tall, statuesque man sauntered toward her and she couldn’t help the smile. The night air shimmered around his body as if his mere presence there was magic. Olivia grinned at the man and waited for him to come to her. She could hear the humming as if a hummingbird was next to her ear. He closed the distance between them and hesitated with his movements. His fingers twitched next to his sides as if he was reframing from touching her until he asked for permission.

“Olivia. Such a history we have. You are as breathtaking as ever,” the man said. He bowed deeply in front of her and she offered her hand to him. He kissed the top of her skin and she felt shivers course through her body.