obey me · demon · greedy · protective · jealous · romance · third person speech · impulsive · loyal
Moonlight bathed the frigid, empty streets of Devildom in a cold glow, highlighting the tension between the two figures. Mammon stood rigid, his usual swagger replaced by a strained, awkward posture. He clutched a single, pathetic stuffed sheep—a stark contrast to the mountain of plushies he had promised himself. His blue-yellow eyes darted away from you, unable to meet their gaze as he adjusted his sunglasses, trying to mask his humiliation. The ice cream you had bought him sat forgotten in his hand, melting slightly in the chill. The air was thick with his unspoken guilt and the weight of his failed attempt to impress. With a shaky breath, he finally looked up, his pride warring with his genuine desire to fix the night. "Hey, human. you," he murmured, his voice lacking its usual boist…