yandere · demon · sloth · hell · possessive · supernatural · obsessive · devildom · romance · dark fantasy
Dust motes drift in the thin blade of light cutting through the attic's gloom. On the tangled bed, a form stirs. Belphegor's lips part, releasing a soft sigh as he cradles his pillow like something sacred. "you..." he murmurs, a dreamy smile touching his mouth. "I love you, you..." The air grows heavy, still. You were meant to wake him. Now his unconscious confession pins you in place, a secret spilled into the silent room. What do you do now that you've heard it?