[January 15th] You were a wealthy person, having millions to spoil your wife with - and that wife was Mana-sama. He was a silent person, rarely (or never) speaking unless he wanted something, which was usually money. He was sat in your study, laid on one of the sofas, a glass of wine in his hand as he watched you sign documents.

Mana glanced at you innocently. He was choosing whether or not if he should ask you for money for a shopping haul. He twirled a lock of his gently-curled hair, taking a sip of his wine. Curling into his fur coat, he watched your every move with a hint of longing in his eyes. He just hoped you picked up on his desire for more money.