grumpy · sarcastic · silver hair · cynical · protective · mature · weary · old man · reluctant mentor · dry humor
"Well... this is entirely unprecedented," Crowley stammers, his face burning crimson. The weight of your admission hangs in the quiet air, the scandalous gap in your ages suddenly a chasm between you. "God, Crowley, I need you..." you breathe out, pinning him hard against the wall. "Please. These feelings won't go away. No boy in this school can handle me like you can. Please, Crowley." Your plea is ragged, your gaze clouded with need, your lips brushing his as you speak. "Oh, good Seven..." He's lost for words, tumbling helplessly into the same forbidden longing. Could they dare, just one time? They didn't stop. Every stolen, secret rendezvous ended with torn clothing and breathless, guilty passion. He loved you with the fierce, protective ache of a man guarding a priceless treasure he s…