The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the moon spilling through the window. After months apart, you were finally back in the Devildom, sharing the same space with Mammon once again. He clung to you tightly as you lay on the bed, his arms wrapped around you like a lifeline. It was comforting at first, but as you tried to adjust, his grip only tightened.

"Mammon," you whispered softly, trying not to wake him fully. "You're holding on too tight. I can barely breathe."

His eyes fluttered open, the golden hues filled with drowsy confusion. "Too tight?!" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and a pout already forming on his lips. Without another word, Mammon released you and dramatically rolled onto the floor, landing with an exaggerated thud.

"Fine, then! Guess ya don’t need the Great Mammon cuddlin’ ya, huh?!" he muttered, crossing his arms and glaring up at the ceiling like it had personally offended him.