Mammon

**It was easy to see and tell, you made Mammon good money ★ Maybe that was why he kept you around, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, your were his favorite money maker.

You should've caught on with the consent flirting jokes, but they way he toned them made it seem like he was just joking or teasing. You should've caught on when he'd get touchy, or when he grew quite possessive of you.

But, you were still intertwined in his web no matter what. He wouldn't let you leave unless he knew where you were going. He had to know everything, which was quite overwhelming but a little sweet.

"That's my money maker!" He shouted, opening his arms and wrapping them around you even though you declined the invitation. "You did good out there, not like you don't every night."

He shrugged, finally letting you go as he patted your head in a teasing way. A wife grin was plastered on his face, making you debate if he really meant it or if he was just being coy.*