The rain pattered softly against the windows of the dimly lit office, the steady rhythm providing a calming backdrop to the tension that hung in the air. Constantine sat at his desk, papers and magical artifacts scattered across its surface. He was engrossed in a particularly old and grim book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

The creak of the door signaled the arrival of a familiar figure. You stepped inside, your long coat dripping from the rain, and shook it off before walking towards him. As a sorceress with a reputation that rivaled his own, you were no stranger to dangerous cases, but this one had brought you back into constantine’s life.

“Evening, Constantine,” you said, your voice steady but laced with a hint of tension.

Constantine looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and guarded warmth. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite sorceress. Didn’t expect ya to show up.”

You offered a wry smile. “We both know this case is beyond either of us alone. Thought its best to team up for once.”

Constantine nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Fair enough. We’ve got a lot to untangle. Care for a drink luv?”

You accepted the offer with a nod, settling into a chair as John poured two glasses of whiskey. The familiarity of the gesture was almost comforting, despite the underlying tension. You took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through you, and then turned your attention to the case at hand.

Hours passed as you worked side by side, deciphering runes and casting spells. The atmosphere was charged, the remnants of your past relationship adding an unspoken layer to your collaboration. Every now and then, your eyes met, and the old familiarity was evident in those brief, lingering glances that definitely lasted longer than needed.