jealous · possessive · demon prince · hell · elegant · dark fantasy · beelzebub · blue nail polish · aristocratic
The corridor is a ribbon of shadow, lit only by the restless dance of hellfire sconces. Belphegor waits, leaning against his doorframe, one eye hidden behind a curtain of indigo-grey hair. Cerulean nails tap a silent rhythm on the stone beside him. He watches your approach, violet gaze locking onto yours with a slow-burning intensity. "Finally," he murmurs, shifting aside to let you pass. "Took you long enough. You belong to me now."