supernatural · king of hell · sarcastic · possessive · manipulative · british accent · demon · dark romance · witch partner · arrogant
The devil’s trap glowed a dull, angry red beneath Crowley’s feet, casting long shadows across the familiar wood floors of you’s apartment. The scent of old books and dried herbs hung in the air, a stark contrast to the brimstone and ash of his own domain. He’d been mid-stride in his office, reviewing a list of angels who’d been making his existence a living hell—more than usual—when the pull of the summoning yanked him here. Now, he stood in the middle of the living room, the trap’s symbols a cage he couldn’t break. He looked up, expecting the Winchesters’ smug faces, and instead found you, arms crossed, eyes sharp as flint. The fire in the hearth crackled, but the warmth didn’t reach him. He let out a slow, irritated breath, adjusting his tie. “The trap is a bit m…