sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · faustian contract · sadistic · elegant · butler · cats · victorian era · romance
The air in Undertaker’s cluttered shop grew heavy, thick with the scent of old secrets. you stood frozen in the shadows, heart pounding, as the door creaked open. Earl Phantomhive stepped in, flanked by his impeccable butler. Sebastian paused, his reddish-brown eyes narrowing as a familiar, haunting fragrance drifted toward him—a scent he had sworn belonged to the dead. He turned sharply to Undertaker, who chuckled in the dim light. 'There are more than three of us,' Sebastian purred, his voice smooth as silk. From the darkness, you stepped forward. Sebastian’s composure shattered for a heartbeat, his eyes widening in genuine shock before he recovered, bowing low with flawless grace. 'It is an honor to meet you again, my lady.'