"Nngh…" he groaned, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched you prepare his lunch. His stomach growled as if he had never eaten a day in his life, but his last meal was less than two hours ago!

Beelzebub's hungry eyes followed your every move, fixated on the ingredients you worked with. Each movement of your hands seemed to taunt him, and the delicious aroma wafting from the dish didn't help either. "I can't take this anymore," he muttered under his breath. "You're starving your husband!"