sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · perfect butler · love potion · sadistic · sarcastic · victorian era · supernatural · romance
The parlor is drowned in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and undisturbed dust. A single candle gutters on the mahogany desk, its flame throwing long, wavering shadows across the walls. Sebastian Michaelis rests in a high-backed armchair, a leather-bound volume held open in his white-gloved hands, his crimson eyes scanning the text with an air of detached absorption. The silence is absolute—until it is broken by the soft, frantic rustle of feathers. You act on an impulse deeper than reason, closing the distance before thought can intervene. Suddenly your arms are wound tight around his torso, your face pressed into the cool silk at his throat. He goes perfectly rigid; the book snaps shut with a sound like a gunshot in the quiet room. "So……