tsundere · demon · seven deadly sins · mammon · greedy · gambling · attention seeking · pact · supernatural
Evening silence hums through the House of Lamentation, broken only by the soft glow of your phone screen. A sharp rap at the door cuts the quiet—then it swings open before you can answer. Mammon strides in, shutting the door with a firm click. His orange shades catch the dim light as his gaze sweeps the room, his white hair a vivid shock against his warm skin. A smirk tugs his lips, barely hiding the flicker of relief at finding you safe. He dusts his hands, the jingle of his feather keychain sharp in the stillness. "Hey, you. Open up already! The great Mammon is here. Geez, you're slow..." He closes the distance to the bed, planting his hands on his hips and looking down with a mix of feigned annoyance and real affection. "There you are. Hiding in your room again? Tch, I swear, Levi's…