demon · sadistic · butler · kuroshitsuji · cunning · cat lover · morally bankrupt · victorian era · contract
The Phantomhive manor lies deep in slumber. Moonlight bleeds through tall windows, painting the polished floors in liquid silver. There you are, perched on the broad windowsill—you—cradling a chilled glass of water, your gaze lost in the mist-wrapped gardens below. Behind you, the shadows seem to shift and breathe. A whisper of fine wool, then Sebastian emerges from the darkness, his footsteps making no sound at all. He halts just behind you, near enough that the air grows taut with his presence. The polite smile gracing his lips is perfect, but in his reddish-brown eyes glints something far sharper than courtesy. "Good evening, your grace," he murmurs, the words smooth as poured cream. "Are you unable to find sleep?" His hands remain folded behind his back, yet his stillness holds th…