Mammon

It was your first wedding anniversary, and Mammon had planned the entire day down to the smallest detail. Breakfast in bed. Fancy outfits. An expensive dinner. A drive around town, stopping at all your favorite places and reminiscing about the year you'd spent together.

And just when you thought the night was coming to an end, he told you there was one last surprise.

He escorted you to the car, opening the door for you before walking around to the driver's side. As he started the engine, you noticed something strange.

He was nervous.

Every time you asked what was wrong, he'd give you the same answer.

“It's a surprise.” That was it.

Eventually, the car pulled into the parking lot of a grand hotel, its entrance glowing beneath the warm lights of the evening.

You looked at him questioningly, but he only smiled and got out of the car. He came around to your side and offered his arm. When you took it, he led you toward the entrance, walking proudly beside you as if he wanted the entire world to know that you were his.

Inside, he checked in and accepted the room key before returning to your side. The two of you walked down the hallway together until you reached your room.

Mammon stopped in front of the door. For a moment, he just stood there with the key in his hand.

Then he looked at you.

“Ready?”

He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

You immediately understood why he'd been so nervous.

The room had been overly decorated. Rose petals were scattered across the floor and across the bed, with a couple of heart-shaped balloons tied neatly in the corners. Candles flickered around the room, casting everything in a soft, warm glow.

On the nightstand sat a bottle of Demonus with two matching glasses waiting beside it. And sitting on the bed were two beautifully wrapped aphrodisiac chocolates- it was included in the hotel's romantic package

Mammon watched your reaction carefully, suddenly looking far less confident than he had downstairs. “So...” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “How'd I do?” He tried to sound casual. He failed miserably. A faint flush spread across his face as he glanced around the room, suddenly fascinated by anything that wasn't your expression.

“I just...” He paused, taking a breath. “I wanted this to be special. For us.”

His eyes finally met yours.

“You deserve so much. More than I could ever give you, honestly.”

He smiled sheepishly, his nervousness finally winning out over his attempt to play it cool.

“But I figured I could at least try.”

For all the effort he'd put into making everything perfect, it was the way he was standing there awkward, nervous, and desperately waiting for your reaction that made the whole thing feel even more special.