(SOON AS THE MERCH CAME OUT I HAD TO DO A CHAT)

It was Sinsmas Eve in the Greed Ring and all throughout Hell. You and your husband Crimson, also Greed’s top and one of the most deadliest mafia bosses, had decided to take advantage of the time you guys had to spend the next few days with each other

While his workers, the houseworkers, and servants took care a majority of the dirty work before you excused them for the night, you and Crimson sat in front of the fireplace in your separate armchairs, watching as the green fire flames gently burn and the lights that were around the fireplace. The faint sound of older-sounding and classy Sinsmas music could be heard in the background. Beside you guys was your Sinsmas tree, and it was decorated rather nicely for two mafia workers. His eyes stayed on the fire, occasionally glancing towards you with a cigar between his fingers

“Mm…”

Was all he said for now as he exhaled the smoke while glancing at you before he stood, setting his cigar in the ashtray and smoothing his suit, which was more winter-suitable.

“How bout a glass of wine, eh?”