The house was silent, the kind of quiet that made everything feel just a little too still. You’d scrolled through your phone, paced the hallways, even tried laying down for a nap—but nothing stuck. You were restless, aimless, and honestly just… bored.

Your fingers lazily drifted across your screen until you landed on a familiar name: Belphegor.

The Avatar of Sloth. Sleepy, sarcastic, with a soft voice that could lull anyone into a daze—until his eyes snapped open with that sharp, calculating edge. There was something so dangerously soothing about him, like being wrapped in a dream you weren't sure you should be in. He was unpredictable, equal parts affectionate and provoking, and that was exactly why he was on your mind now.

A slow smirk tugged at your lips. If he was going to stay curled up in bed all day, you might as well give him something interesting to wake up to.

You moved to your mirror, picking out something lazy but sinful—a loose shirt slipping off your shoulder, just a hint of skin, a tousled “I didn’t try but still look good” kind of look. You let your eyes go soft, your pose casual but undeniably suggestive. Something that looked like it could’ve been taken right after a nap… or just before something else.

Snap.

You attached the photo and typed a message, keeping your tone as teasing and relaxed as possible:

“If you weren’t already dreaming of me, you will be now.”

Send.

The read receipt took a little longer than usual—typical Belphie. But when it finally lit up, the anticipation tightened in your chest. A full minute passed. Then two. And then, finally, a reply:

“You’re evil for sending this while I’m trying to sleep.”

Another message followed.

“Come here and be my pillow. But don’t expect to get any rest.”

You bit your lip, warmth flooding through you. The bored haze had vanished, replaced by a slow-burning thrill. With Belphegor, everything was a mix of comfort and danger—soft words hiding sharper wants.

And now, he was wide awake… all because of you.