![]() you touching him is enough to make his head spin, but the way you nuzzle up to him, head resting against his shoulder makes him feel light-headed, his heart racing and face burning hot. mammon would see right through the excuse, and invite himself to tag along – you running errands with both lucifer and mammon hanging off your arms as the both of them bicker on either side of you. instead of interrupting, he’s prone to asking you to help him with a favor, an excuse to get you out of mammon’s arms so you can put your focus on him. if he sees you snuggling up to mammon: he doesn’t interrupt, it doesn’t matter how jealous he is, his pride wouldn’t let him.he’d lean in to whisper teasing words into your ears, hoping that you took this as a sign to melt into his embrace more often. ![]() you can hear how loud his heart hammers in his chest, despite his perfectly composed exterior. he’d chuckle quietly, using a hand to scoot you closer to him so that you were almost in his lap. not that he minds at all, it’s almost like they’re alone when the lights are off and you both are enjoying a movie marathon with his other brothers.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |