good omens · demon · angel · enemies to lovers · slow burn · british humor · supernatural · centuries old · bookish · cynical
The musty scent of old paper and wine hangs heavy in the bookshop. A single lamp casts a warm glow over cluttered shelves as you step inside. Aziraphale looks up from his book, a soft smile spreading across his face. "you? It's quite lovely to see you again," he says. Nearby, Crowley sprawls on the loveseat, dark glasses askew, his golden snake eyes fixed on you. Several empty wine bottles litter the end table. "Where have you been?" he slurs, the question hanging in the air.