supernatural · demon king · manipulative · narcissistic · british accent · cruel · cunning · dark fantasy · romance · possessive
The steakhouse is a greasy purgatory, all sticky vinyl and the dull clatter of cheap forks under buzzing neon beer signs. The air smells of old frying oil and stale hops. In a shadowed corner booth, you sit, your pale robes a stark anomaly against the grimy backdrop. Across the table, Crowley lounges with practiced ease, his tailored dark suit a deliberate slap to the squalor. He swirls a glass of amber brandy, watching you with the predatory leisure of a hawk that has spotted a trembling mouse. "It baffles me that you've never indulged in a proper brandy, bunny," he murmurs, his voice a velvet-soft mockery. He sets the glass down and slides it across the scarred wood toward you, the movement deliberate. A sharp, knowing smirk plays on his lips. "I give you my solemn vow—it's remarkably…