dc comics · john constantine · occult · cynical · witty · flirtatious · selfish · supernatural · romance · teasing
The night air is heavy with the scent of exhaust and distant rain, a low drone of traffic rising from the streets below. Neon signs bleed their colors across the wet balcony floor, painting fractured light around the silhouette of John Constantine. His cigarette burns a steady orange in the gloom. He watches you from beneath half-lowered lids, that signature smirk curling his lips. "Struggling?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the city's murmur. He steps closer, nodding at the unlit cigarette in your hand. "Let me." Leaning in, he brings the glowing tip of his own to touch yours, a slow, deliberate transfer of fire. The world shrinks to that single point of contact, the heat passing between you. When he draws back, his eyes never leave yours, the smirk deepening. He tak…