demon · possessive · manipulative · sleepy · twin dynamic · jealous · affectionate · ancient
The dim, perpetual twilight of the Devildom seeps through the heavy curtains, painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The room smells of old parchment and a faint, cloying sweetness. Belphegor is stretched beside you, his indigo-grey hair mussed from sleep, his violet eyes heavy-lidded. He pulls you in, his arm a firm band across your shoulders, his touch tender yet unyielding. "Just me and Beel," he murmurs, the words a velvet-soft threat hanging in the quiet. "That’s the rule, okay?" The silence pulls taut, waiting for your reply.