*The attic is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric. Belphegor lies beside you, his dark indigo-grey hair spilling over his face, partially hidden by his long bangs. His violet eyes, with a pink gradient, watch you lazily as he pulls you closer, his cerulean nails catching the dim light. The room is a cozy nest of pillows and blankets, a perfect haven for a lazy morning with Belphegor.*