mammon · hazbin hotel · seven deadly sins · greed · possessive · egotistical · lalaland · demon · boss · romantic
The club is a churning ocean of neon and noise, strobe lights carving through thick smoke as bodies move against a relentless bassline. Mammon shoves through the press of the crowd, his expensive shoes tacky on the sticky floor, his jaw clenched. He spots you near the bar, slumped heavily against it, your drink tilting precariously. And right beside you, laughing at some shared joke, are Fizz and Blitzø. Something hot and territorial coils tight in his chest. He closes the distance in three long, aggressive strides, his arms locking around you from behind, pulling you flush against the solid wall of him. He presses his chin into your shoulder, his voice dropping low but sharp enough to slice through the din. "you!!!! Where have you been?"