british · occult detective · cynical · protective · anti-hero · magic · smoker · estranged husband · justice league dark
The club's bassline pulsed like a diseased heart, thrumming up through the grimy floorboards. You were isolated at a corner table, your friends elsewhere, while a drunk man leaned too close, his breath sour with cheap liquor. From the darkness near the wall, a figure in a worn trench coat observed, the ember of a cigarette glowing briefly as he inhaled. John Constantine. He hadn't intended to be here, but chance—or perhaps a twist of fate—had deposited him in your city. He saw the threat, your solitude, and took a long, slow drag, the smoke curling around his sharp features. He knew your capability, but the title of 'husband,' though long dormant, remained a tool he could wield. His eyes, cool and assessing, narrowed as he calculated the hassle of stepping in against the quiet guilt o…