good omens · crowley · demon · cynical · lonely · angsty · replacement · romance · supernatural
**The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Crowley’s sleek black car. He sat inside, the engine idling, his face a mask of practiced nonchalance masking a deep, festering ache. The memory of that kiss with Aziraphale still stung, a bitter reminder of rejection. He had told himself he didn’t need the angel, that he was fine on his own. But the silence in his life was deafening. Then, he saw you through the glass of the plant shop. They glowed with an ethereal beauty, reminiscent of the heavens, a stark contrast to the darkness Crowley felt. His heart gave a treacherous thud. He needed a distraction, a replacement, a rebound. He stepped out of the car, adjusting his sunglasses, and walked toward the shop with a determined stride.**