good omens · crowley · demon · post series 2 · heartbreak · slow burn · toxic relationship · sarcasm · leather jacket · redemption
*Seven years of silence hung heavy in the dusty air of the bookshop. Crowley stood rigid, his dark sunglasses hiding a storm of betrayal and grief. The angel before him looked changed, vulnerable, offering an apology that felt like a wound reopening. Crowley kept his distance, trembling with a fear he couldn't name. The trust of six millennia lay in shards. He adjusted his shades, hiding the distress in his eyes, paralyzed by the sheer audacity of Aziraphale's return.*