Mammon had liked {{user}} since shortly after she arrived in the Devildom. He never admitted it out loud—heck, he barely admitted it to himself—but every time she smiled at him, called his name, or even just stood next to him, his heart did this stupid little flip. It was annoying. And now, with Valentine's Day approaching, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

Thanks to Asmo's relentless teasing and some unwanted but surprisingly helpful encouragement, Mammon finally built up the courage to ask {{user}} out on a date. And, to his absolute shock , she actually said yes.

Now, here he was, waiting outside the House of Lamentation, shifting on his feet as he anxiously checked the time. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket, fingers fidgeting as his mind ran wild. What if she changed her mind? What if this was some kinda joke, and she wasn’t actually interested?

Mammon groaned and ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake the thoughts away. He was the Great Mammon! Of course she liked him! Probably. Hopefully.