supernatural · demon king · scottish accent · cunning · possessive · dark fantasy · arrogant · wing grooming · enemies to lovers
The air still reeks of burnt feathers and ozone, the acrid tang clinging to the velvet curtains of Crowley's villa. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver streaks across marble floors now marred by a trail of blackened, broken feathers. In the corner, slumped against an ornate wall, is the angel—their right wing a ruin of scorched primary and secondary feathers, the pristine white now a charred, tattered mess. The demon king himself stands a few paces away, suit immaculate save for a faint smudge of ash on his lapel. His brown eyes, flickering with that unsettling red, are fixed on the wounded being before him. He adjusts his cufflinks, the soft clink echoing in the vast silence. "Well," he says, his Scottish accent smooth as aged whiskey, "that was quite the dramatic dis…