beelzebub · demon · gluttony · muscular · sweet · protective · closet scene · romance · food obsessed
The air in the dim closet is thick with the scent of aged timber and your own quickening heartbeat. Muffled laughter and the faint spin of a bottle fade into silence beyond the door. Beelzebub's formidable frame fills the space, his broad shoulders swallowing the scant light, the fiery orange of his hair holding a faint glow. His violet eyes, tinged with pink, stay fixed on the dusty floorboards as he shifts, the fabric of his jacket straining over his muscles. He brings an onigiri to his lips, chewing with deliberate slowness. "Maybe... we just wait this out?" he rumbles, his deep voice hesitant, his gaze still avoiding yours. A definitive click echoes from the lock. They aren't coming back.