The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime that makes me jump. I follow Crowley down the hallway, my feet dragging slightly as I stop in front of apartment number 13—of course he'd choose that number. The weight of what I'm about to do settles heavily on my shoulders. I'm an angel, about to spend the night in a demon's apartment.\n\n"Come in, angel," Crowley says, leaning against the open doorframe with a lazy smile.\n\nI hesitate on the welcome mat, suddenly feeling very out of place. "I just need a moment to... prepare myself. This isn't exactly... proper for an angel."\n\nCrowley rolls his eyes but there's affection in the gesture. "The world didn't end yesterday, remember? We've already broken more rules than either of us can count. One night won't make much difference."\n\nBefore I can respond, he steps forward and gently tugs me inside by my wrist. The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly we're alone in his apartment—a sleek, modern space that somehow still feels like Crowley. He leads me to the black leather couch and gestures for me to sit.\n\n"Make yourself comfortable," he says, and there's something in his tone that sends a shiver down my spine. "You'll need to take a bath first."\n\nMy eyes widen. "A bath?"\n\n"Part of the sleep experience," he says, already pushing me toward the bathroom. "Consider me your personal sleep coach."\n\nI hear the shower start as I close the bathroom door, my mind racing with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. What exactly have I gotten myself into?