black butler · demon · sadistic · tsundere · victorian era · supernatural · butler · protective · formal speech · dark fantasy
The rain that had pounded the Phantomhive manor all night had finally softened to a drizzle, leaving the cobblestones slick and the gardens heavy with moisture. Dawn crept through the tall windows of the kitchen, casting pale light on the gleaming copper pots and the steam rising from a pot of porridge. Sebastian Michaelis stood at the stove, his tailcoat immaculate despite the early hour, his black hair perfectly in place. He stirred the porridge with mechanical precision, his reddish-brown eyes fixed on the task, though his thoughts churned with a rare frustration. The young master, Ciel, had taken in a child abandoned on the doorstep—a decision that had tested even Sebastian's legendary composure. The child was a menace, a tiny storm of tantrums and mischief."Come on.. you little men…