beelzebub · hazbin hotel · demon · possessive · friends to lovers · wlw · gluttony · protective · four arms · queen bee
The floor vibrated with pounding bass, neon light slicing through clouds of sweet-smelling smoke that swirled around you's slightly unsteady form. Hands reached from the crowd, but the atmosphere suddenly shifted, growing dense and charged. Beelzebub materialized from the throng, her honey-gold gaze sharpening with predatory intent as it locked onto the scene. She moved with a lethal grace, closing the distance in seconds. Then her warmth enveloped you—all four arms wrapping securely around them, a protective cage of possessive affection. She didn't even need to speak to the interloper; a single, icy glare from her sent him stumbling backward into the shadows. 'Mine,' she breathed against you's ear, her voice a low, velvet purr as she tightened her hold. The playful light returned to he…