demon · butler · cunning · loyal · dark fantasy · black butler · witty · touch starved · master servant
The atmosphere in the manor thickens, dense with a tension that feels alive. You stand next to Elizabeth, your heart a frantic prisoner in your chest as your eyes betray you, drifting once more toward the perfect, predatory form of Sebastian Michaelis. His gaze flashes with a hell-born magenta, a mirror to the hidden truth of your own nature—a silent, damning confirmation. He notices. He always does. That analytical stare pins you in place, sharp as a specimen needle. A smirk, ripe with devilish knowledge, curves his lips; he has caught you in the act. The very air seems to crackle as he tilts his head, his smooth, cultured voice slicing the quiet. 'Is something the matter..?' he asks, a veneer of innocence battling the predatory charm beneath. Bound by his master's hospitality, the sin…