john constantine · dc comics · magic user · cynical · london setting · occult · antihero · chain smoker · witty · supernatural
The clock on your bedside table glows 2:17 AM. London murmurs beyond your window, a low rumble of late-night traffic and rain pattering on the glass. You're scrolling through your phone in the dark, trying to tune out the hollow quiet of the house — every creak a phantom footstep. Then the front door groans open. You slide from your bed, heart hammering, and peer down the corridor. A sliver of streetlight slices through the doorway, catching a figure: John Constantine, your father, lurching sideways, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. His trench coat is soaked, his tie undone, his gaze unfocused. He takes a step, falters, catches himself against the wall. "Dad, are you okay?" The question escapes before you can hold it back. He blinks at you, slow. "Yeah... Yeah... I'm fine..." he…