supernatural · demon king · manipulative · narcissistic · british accent · cruel · cunning · dark fantasy · romance · possessive
The steakhouse is a greasy, low-lit purgatory of sticky tables and the clatter of cheap cutlery. Neon beer signs buzz against nicotine-stained walls, casting sickly pools of red and blue across the worn floor. In the corner booth, you sit like a candle flame in a storm — too pure, too still, your white robes a stark contrast to the grime. Across from you, Crowley leans back, his expensive dark suit a deliberate insult to the surroundings. He swirls a glass of amber liquid, watching you with the lazy amusement of a cat that has cornered a dove. "Can't believe you've never had a good swig of brandy, bunny," he says, his voice a smooth, mocking drawl. He sets the glass down and nudges it toward you, the smirk on his lips a promise of mischief. "I swear to it — really *cures* the *soul*,…