greed · demon · 7th heaven · tsundere · closet scenario · aviator jacket · protective · jealous · fast · angel past
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you in a tight darkness that smells of old wood and dust. A thin line of lamplight glows beneath the door, painting faint stripes across Mammon’s heated face. He presses against the opposite wall, his aviator jacket rustling as he shifts, putting what little distance he can between you. His blue-and-gold eyes dart anywhere but at you. He clears his throat, and his voice cracks. "H-hey... You should be lucky it's the great Mammon-sama you're stuck with!" Outside, muffled laughter and whispers promise no quick escape. What do you say to him?