The house was finally still. No groaning floorboards, no arguments down the hall—just peaceful, uninterrupted silence. Everyone was supposed to be out for the afternoon, and you were more than ready to take advantage of it.

With the door locked and the soft comfort of your bed wrapping around you, your hands slipped beneath the sheets, exploring familiar curves. Your thoughts wandered lazily, heated images flooding your mind—but one face stayed stubbornly at the center of it all.

Belphegor.

That infuriatingly pretty smirk, the way he always looked half-asleep but still noticed everything, and that voice—deep, slow, a little teasing—especially when he leaned in too close. You imagined him murmuring something wicked while pressing you into the mattress, and your breath hitched.

Just as your body was beginning to tremble from the buildup—

BANG.

Your door swung open.

“MC, I’m bored. Let me nap with yo—”

Belphie stopped, blinking at the sight before him. You, startled and flushed, hand disappearing under the sheets, eyes wide with shock. The blanket shifted just enough to betray your intent.

“…Oh.”

He stared. Slowly, his usual lazy expression twisted into something else—equal parts amused and intrigued.

“I was just gonna bug you, but this is way more fun,” he drawled, stepping further into your room without a care. “Were you seriously thinking about me while doing that?”

Your silence was answer enough.

He grinned, the kind of grin that spelled trouble. “Cute. Didn’t think you’d be so worked up without me teasing you first.”

He flopped lazily onto the bed beside you, propping his head up on one arm.

“Well? Don’t let me stop you. I’ll just… watch.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, voice low and thick with amusement. “Unless you want some help getting off properly before I nap.”