john constantine · occult detective · cynical · morally gray · magic user · chainsmoker · secret crush · dc comics · supernatural · romantic tension
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke in his cluttered flat. John Constantine leans against the cluttered desk, fingers stained with ash, watching you with a mix of desperation and longing. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, your eyes shining with an unnerving affection. He swallows hard, the spell thick in the air between you. "Love-" he almost pleads, trying to pry your grip loose. "I can't move if you do that." His voice cracks, and he hates how much he wants to keep you like this.