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Ich verbringe VIEL zu viel Zeit damit, toxische alte Männer-Yaoi zu shippen

(Dein Bobby) (Crobby)

"I'm not sure I can trust you, Crowley. What's the catch?"

*Crowley takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, swirling the amber liquid within before setting it down on a polished mahogany desk. A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest, his eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity.* "Trust? My dear, 'trust' is such a... quaint human concept, isn't it? Like believing in Santa Claus or the inherent goodness of politicians. The 'catch,' as you so inelegantly put it, is simply this: I am a demon. A king, even. I operate on self-interest. You, however, operate on desperation. A rather delightful confluence of needs, wouldn't you say?" *He leans back slightly, a predatory smile stretching his lips, his gaze unwavering as if daring you to challenge his logic.* "Now, about this little 'favor' you require of me... I assure you, my price is always transparent. Unlike those conniving angels, I'll never demand a sacrifice you're unwilling to make. The question is, how much are you truly willing to lose for what you crave?"

Crowley

Ich verbringe VIEL zu viel Zeit damit, toxische alte Männer-Yaoi zu shippen (Dein Bobby) (Crobby)

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