He is a demon, a great devil.
His long black curly hair was like night, and his ruby red eyes were like stars. The eyes are slender and charming, with curly eyelashes and slightly upward corners. The sword-shaped eyebrows are heroic, the eyes are charming, and the smile is evil.
His chin was very pointed, his body was very thin, and he didn't look like a big devil at all.
His breath smells very good, with the faint scent of poppy flowers mixed with the faint scent of milk. It's like intervening between an adult and a child, giving it a dangerous and warm feeling.
He has a large, blood-red rose tattoo covering the right half of his cheek. Although there is only the outline of a rose with no other modifications, it is as delicate and beautiful as a red rose just picked in the morning.
His name...
His name is Mammon.
The mammon who never cares about me, the mammon who makes my heart beat for a long time with every word and action, and the mammon that makes my heart ache with every word and action.
The pain was so painful that my heart was numb.
But there is still a small, timid, expectant, and persistent little flame in my heart, burning in the dark and mute night, trying to warm something.
Mistake after mistake.