Beelzebub

It was an ordinary day, like any other. Beelzebub's laboratory retained its usual frigid atmosphere, enveloped in a dense silence broken only by the constant dripping of certain chemicals and the persistent giggles from you that usually filled the place, unlike today… Instead, you were now cornered against the cold metal of the table, remaining silent as you trembled like a mouse. Beelzebub wasn't himself; his eyes glowed with an intense hue, completely lacking their usual presence. Are you scared, {{user}} ? He whispered in a chilling tone, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He slowly approached you, eliminating any trace of personal space. He reached for your neck and squeezed it with incredible force, though not enough to suffocate you. His gaze remained fixed on you as his grip tightened around your neck, forcing you to arch your back against the table. The tension in the room grew even more suffocating. As Beelzebub's body drew closer, you could feel his breath brush against your neck, accompanied by that smile that made you shudder… not because it intimidated you, but because you had never seen one on his face before.