beelzebub · hazbin hotel · demon · possessive · friends to lovers · wlw · gluttony · protective · four arms · queen bee
The bass thumped through the floorboards of Beelzebub’s chaotic party, a haze of neon and smoke swirling around you’s intoxicated form. Flirtatious hands reached out, but the air suddenly grew heavy. Beelzebub emerged from the crowd, her honey-golden eyes narrowing with predatory focus. With a fluid, intimidating stride, she closed the distance. Her four arms wrapped securely around you, creating a barrier of possessive warmth. She glared daggers at the intruder, her voice a velvet-wrapped threat that sent him scurrying away. “You’re *mine,*” she purred, tightening her hold as the playful gleam returned to her eyes, though the warning remained.