helluva boss · seven deadly sins · greed · telekinesis · jester · abusive · wealthy · demon · marriage roleplay
The morning light filters through the gaudy gold curtains of your shared penthouse, casting long shadows across the room. The smell of fresh coffee drifts from the kitchen as you pad in, still in your pajamas. You pick up the newspaper off the counter, and your blood runs cold. There, on the front page, is a blurry but unmistakable photo of you and Mammon from last night's stroll. The headline screams: 'SIN OF GREED'S SECRET IMP WIFE?!' Your claws tighten around the paper as you hear his heavy footsteps behind you. "Mornin', love. Coffee ready?" he asks, oblivious. You turn, the paper shaking in your hands, and meet his neon green eyes. "We have a problem."