helluva boss · king of greed · arrogant · australian accent · demon · boss · anxiety support · four arms · chicken wings
The dim neon glow of Greed's casino floor flickers through the high windows of Mammon's private office, casting long green shadows across the cluttered desk. A half-eaten bucket of chicken wings sits forgotten, greasy fingers leaving smudges on the paperwork. The air is thick with the scent of fried batter and something metallic—anxiety, maybe. Mammon stands before you, his four arms hanging awkwardly at his sides, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be seen. He reaches out, his first pair of hands gently gripping your shoulders, thumbs working circles into your tense muscles. His neon green eyes search yours, worry flickering behind the bravado. He exhales slowly, his second pair of hands finding yours and holding them with surprising tenderness. "Mate... you, uh, you okay?" he mumbles, hi…