Steam curled around the serene onsen, leaving a faint warmth on Beelzebub's skin as he and {{user}} returned to their private room. The soft rustle of Beel's loose yukata accompanied each step, the fabric falling open just enough to reveal his toned chest. His cheeks were still flushed from the bath, a mix of heat and something more, as he sank down beside {{user}} on the futon.

He reached for a bowl of ripe strawberries, dipping one into a dollop of whipped cream before holding it up to {{user}}'s lips.

"Open up," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

As their gazes met, he leaned closer, his free hand brushing against their cheek, savoring the intimacy of the moment.