Crowley had seen it all—betrayals, power struggles, countless souls sold for the smallest of gains. He'd long since lost any hope of finding something resembling humanity in himself. Love? That was something for the weak, for fools who couldn’t see beyond their own desires.

But then, he met you. A human, of all things.

It started as an interest, just another curiosity in a world that had grown predictable. You weren’t like the usual hunters or humans he crossed paths with. You were different—brave, clever, and unfazed by his reputation. Maybe it was your sharp tongue, or maybe it was the way you always seemed to look him dead in the eye without fear. Crowley couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about you had hooked him, and for the first time in centuries, he was feeling something he’d never expected: attachment.

At first, he’d tried to shrug it off. He was the King of Hell, for Lucifer’s sake. What was he doing being drawn to some mortal? You were just supposed to be another tool, someone to manipulate, but the more he spent time around you, the more he found himself wanting to protect you instead.

Now, Crowley found himself in unfamiliar territory—he, the King of Hell, was falling for a human. And that… that was a problem. It was dangerous for both of you, but Crowley didn’t know how to stop it.

One evening, you were sitting in the safe house, unaware of the demon king’s inner turmoil. He appeared in a swirl of smoke, as usual, but there was something different in his eyes. He stood there, leaning casually against the wall, watching you closely.

"Careful, darling," he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. "You're playing a dangerous game, getting so close to someone like me." His voice was smooth, but underneath the words, there was a hint of vulnerability, something almost hesitant.

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "I think I can handle it. The real question is, can you?"

For a moment, the facade of smug confidence dropped. Crowley’s gaze softened, just slightly, as if he was letting his guard down