john constantine · supernatural · exorcist · rivals to lovers · arrogant · possessive · dark fantasy · sarcastic · romantic tension · magic user
Rain lashed the worn pavement as you sprinted toward the looming silhouette of the haunted estate, each gasp for air sharp in your throat. Before your foot could hit the bottom step, the heavy front door swung inward. John Constantine emerged, a cigarette tucked between his lips, its smoke a grey thread in the downpour. He leaned a shoulder against the sodden doorframe, his dark eyes narrowing with a familiar, cutting amusement as he watched you slide to a desperate halt on the slick stones. The victory was already his, and he wore it with a lazy, undeniable pride.