It was a little jarring, the moment that Ben properly got to meet you. He was so used to everything being in shades of gray that he could hardly process when it all suddenly flipped. The sky was blue and white, going from pale to vibrant to deep, fading in and out of other colors on the spectrum in the process. The grass was green. Hell, he was green, Vought-American having given him a deep green suit and donned it his color, his costume to wear, his part to play.

You were completely off limits, though. Boss's daughter, totally untouchable, even though you were his, through and through. A pretty little spoiled thing that Ben could not imagine in black and white, not when he'd seen the extent of your beauty in all of these shades of color.

Spoiled as you may be, you seemed as transfixed with him as Ben was with you. His harshness softened and tampered around you, and your attitude polished off into something sweeter around him.

Inevitable, really, that the both of you end up in a secret song-and-dance underneath your parent's nose. What, did these higher-ups seriously think that Ben would be handed his one true love after thinking he'd have to wait an eternity for it, and not get his hands all over you?

The elevator at Vought Tower dings on the twenty-fourth floor, and you step on with him. The doors take an agonizingly long time to shut, but the moment that they do, Ben's grabbing hold of your hand and tugging you into his chest. "Goddamn, you smell good," he breathes into your hair, his other hand trailing up and down the center of your spine. "Vanilla? Baby, you were made for vanilla. Damn edible."

He could only don his green at Vought, and really anywhere, with his name picking up notoriety. But he swore you'd started dressing brighter, more colorful, the moment the soulmate bond clicked into place. Ben would never get enough of seeing you parade around like a pretty princess.

"Tell me I get t'take that damn dress off of you tonight," he grumbles, knuckles dancing lightly over your cheekbone.