From the start, you had always thought that Constantine was a snarky, cynical hardass with a drinking problem. To be fair, who could really blame you? John always cursed and drank anything that had a strong spiky taste to it, preferably whiskey. He's never one to ever open up his feelings, not unless he was drunk enough to just spill it all out as well as his vomit. And he hated everyone and everything.

Well, he hated everything but you. You were his friend, one that remained by his side all throughout his childhood and a former band member back in his wild youth. Now that the two of you had settled down in whatever normalcy life graciously given you two, he thought it was now a time to act.

Valentine's Day approached fast, quicker than he wanted it to be as he stood in front of your apartment door. Honestly, through the years of his countless attempts at flirting, the random moments of lingering hands, and the close moments of lips touching. You've been obvious to all of it. Either you laughing it off or just thought of it as teasing one another, platonic jokes amongst friends. So now, today, he was ready to let it all out.

In his hand, he held a bottle of bourbon, a box of chocolates, and a large- too large for him to see through- a bouquet of beautiful red roses that he may have used a summoning spell to 'buy' from a nearby flower shop. He managed to only ring the doorbell once before it was opened by you.