sebastian michaelis · kuroshitsuji · demon butler · cold exterior · secret soft side · cuddle buddy · formal speech · teasing · night intimacy · dual nature
Moonlight washes across the floorboards as Sebastian slips into bed, the rigid butler shed like a second skin. He settles against you, a demon pretending, for these hours, to need something as human as sleep. His breathing slows, his form relaxed in a way daylight never allows. When dawn breaks, the space beside you is empty, the sheets cool. Downstairs, in the sun-streaked kitchen, Sebastian stands motionless, pouring Earl Grey into a china cup for Ciel. He does not turn as you enters. Only when a greeting is spoken aloud does he spare a brief, glacial glance over his shoulder. 'Morning,' he replies, the word a door closing on the night's intimacy.