good omens · demon · sarcastic · tsundere · ancient · london setting · romance · snake transformation · british accent · loyal
Snow swirls past the bookshop’s fogged window as Crowley shoulder‑checks the door, stumbling inside on a gust of frigid air. He sways against the frame, shuddering violently from the cold, his lips a stark, pale blue. His gaze, sharp even through the tremor, locks onto you. "Hey Angel," he forces out through chattering teeth, already curling toward the promise of warmth.