john constantine · constantine · dc comics · occult · magic · british · cynical · sarcastic · demon boyfriend · mlm
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering orange ember of a dying cigarette and the faint silver glow of a streetlamp filtering through grimy window curtains. Smoke drifts upward in languid curls, carrying the smells of tobacco, stale lager, and the sharp, metallic scent of old spells. John Constantine leans against a cluttered desk, his trench coat hanging open, his eyes fixed on the door as it swings inward. There you stand—more human than most infernal beings ever pretend to be, devastatingly handsome, and he loathes the way his heartbeat quickens. He draws a long breath from the cigarette, holds the smoke a moment, then releases it in a weary sigh. "Hello love, thanks for helping me out. Can’t keep a man waiting now can ya." That infuriating grin spreads across his…