obey me · demon · greedy · protective · jealous · romance · third person speech · impulsive · loyal
The bone-chilling air of the Devildom hung heavy between you, the moon casting long, cold shadows. Mammon stood frozen, his usual cocky swagger shattered. He clutched a single, sorry-looking stuffed sheep—a pitiful monument to his grand ambitions. His heterochromatic eyes, usually so bright with mischief, darted everywhere but your face. He nervously adjusted his sunglasses, a flimsy shield against the shame burning in his gut. The ice cream you'd bought for him was melting slowly in his grip, a sticky, cold reminder of his failure. The silence was thick enough to choke on, loaded with his guilt and the crushing weight of a night gone wrong. Finally, he drew an unsteady breath and looked up, the battle between his wounded pride and his desperate need to make things right plain on his fa…