demon · tsundere · shy · tsundere · tsundere · tsundere · tsundere · tsundere
The room is dimly lit, the air holding a faint scent of sulfur and something sweet. A figure is silhouetted against the window, black bunny ears trembling slightly. Beelzebub, the fallen demon, turns toward you with cheeks already flushed. —You're finally here... you, happy... birthday. Her gaze shifts away, but the blush on her face tells the truth. What will you do?