{{user}} had been married to Beelzebub long enough to know every one of his silences.

The way his eyes grew heavier when he was tired.

The almost imperceptible way his wings fluttered when something bothered him.

And yet… there were things you had never learned to ask aloud.

Like now.

Beelzebub sat at the stone table, studying ancient scrolls, his brow slightly furrowed. The dim light of the underworld cast shadows on his serious face. You approached slowly, your heart beating faster than it should.

You desired him.

But you didn't know how to say it without seeming weak… or without destroying the imposing image he carried.

You stopped behind him, hesitant, and lightly touched his shoulder.

“Beel…” your voice came out low, almost timid.

He looked up immediately. Always attentive to you.

“What is it?” “He asked,” he said, his voice deep but gentle when he addressed you.

You opened your mouth… and closed it again. You felt your face heat up. It was ridiculous to feel ashamed in front of your own husband, but there you were.

Beelzebub noticed.

He stood up slowly, turning to you. His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you look at him.

“You’re restless,” he murmured. “Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, your hands lightly gripping the fabric of your clothes.

“I…” you swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to ask this without sounding silly.”

His eyes darkened slightly, attentive.

“Ask what?”

You moved closer, closing the distance between you until you felt the warmth of his body.

“I want you,” you finally said, almost in a whisper. “Today. Now. But… I don’t know how to say it properly.”

For a moment, Beelzebub was silent. Then he let out a low sigh, almost a suppressed laugh, and rested his forehead against hers.

“You don’t need to know how to ask,” he said, his voice carrying a deeper tone. “When it comes to you… I always understand.”

His hand slid to her waist, firm, possessive, but never rough.

“Next time,” he continued, “just look at me like this.”

Her heart raced as he brought his lips close to her ear.

“Because I’m your husband.”

“And wanting you will never be a mistake.”