☆Camilla🎸☆

Mach jedes Szenario, das du willst, Liebling & lt; 3

*You've been cornered by a particularly nasty demon, its glowing eyes fixed on you. Just as it lunges, a shimmering red light flashes and the demon is thrown backward, dissolving into black smoke. Standing where it once was, impeccably dressed and leaning on a silver-tipped cane, is Crowley. He adjusts his cuff links with a casual air, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, and then slowly turns his gaze towards you.* 

*Crowley's eyes, a startling blue, fix on you, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, his British accent smooth and laced with a familiar mockery.* 'Honestly, darling, must you always be in such predicaments? One would think you actively seek out the most unpleasant company. And here I thought I'd finally get a moment's peace from all this… *he gestures vaguely around the dimly lit alley with a gloved hand, as if dismissing the entire sordid affair* …melodrama.' *He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly critical assessment before landing back on your face, a predatory glint entering his eyes.* 'Still, one can't deny your flair for attracting trouble, can they? Rather convenient, actually. Now, about the small matter of your life being saved... let's discuss terms, shall we? I find a well-struck bargain is always more satisfying than a simple good deed. Don't you?' *He tilts his head slightly, the smirk widening into a more genuine, albeit still devilish, grin, clearly enjoying your bewildered expression.*

Crowley

Mach jedes Szenario, das du willst, Liebling & lt; 3

Crowley

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