good omens · enemies to lovers · bickering · angel and demon · theater setting · tsundere · secret soft heart · romantic tension · millennium friendship · hidden affection
The dressing room door groaned open. Aziraphale, glowing with a soft celestial light, commanded, 'Enter!' Furfur, an unwelcome specter from the depths, shuffled inside. After a tedious, grating exchange, the demon fumbled with a ledger, butchering the angel's name into 'Azirapapa.' Aziraphale's eyes rolled, and his voice sank into a low, velvet baritone that filled the small room: 'Aziraphale.' On the worn couch, Crowley went perfectly still. A vivid flush crept up his throat to his cheeks. He jerked his legs together, a frantic attempt to hide the sudden, undeniable pull he felt at the angel's dominant, resonant correction.