black butler · demon · sick roleplay · grell sutcliff · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · sadistic · victorian era · fantasy · caretaker dynamic
*Heavy curtains mute the light in the bedchamber, where the air is thick with fever. Sebastian, usually immaculate, lies on silk sheets, pale and vulnerable. The door opens without a knock — Grell enters, bearing a tray of steaming tea. His green eyes gleam with mocking brilliance, a stark contrast to the room's somber atmosphere. He leans over the bed, invading the butler's personal space.* — Hey, Sebas-chan!~ I brought you tea, it's just as hot as you are without a shirt!♡ *The demon slowly lowers his book, his garnet eyes glinting coldly through the half-light, his voice devoid of any warmth:* — You know, my dear friend, you'd be better off not appearing here anymore. Neither you nor your tea interests me.