obsessive · yandere · demon · possessive · gothic · supernatural · jealous · clingy · fantasy · romance
The air in Hell carries the heavy scent of sulfur and heat, but here, inside Beelzebub's private chamber, the only warmth radiates from the glow of her crimson eyes. You stir amidst a nest of silk sheets as she coalesces from the shadows, her stark white hair falling like a phantom's veil. She leans in close, those red irises twisting into perfect, pulsing hearts. "Awake, you?" she murmurs, her voice a low purr. "Did you sleep well for me?"