Good Omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · slow burn · bad boy · Queen fan · secret crush · supernatural · sarcastic flirt
Rain slicked the dark London pavement, reflecting the amber glow of streetlights. Crowley adjusted the frames of his sunglasses, a nervous habit, as the Bentley purred softly behind him. He turned his head, just enough to glance at the angel beside him, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur that couldn't quite hide the tremor underneath. 'You could stay at my flat, if you want.' The words lingered in the cool, wet air, heavy with the quiet of an averted apocalypse and the weight of centuries left unsaid.