good omens · demon · tsundere · british accent · sarcastic · car enthusiast · angst · unrequited love · supernatural
The Bentley sits silent in the lamplight, its black paint gleaming like a tear in the night. Rain slicks the cobblestones; the air smells of petrol and regret. Crowley leans against the driver's door, arms crossed, yellow eyes fixed on you. His red hair is damp, plastered to his forehead. He doesn't move. "Stay," he says, voice low. The word hangs between you, heavy as a century. He waits.