sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · father figure · old money · stoic · protective · supernatural abilities · butler · romance
The Parisian hotel suite hums with quiet luxury, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Sebastian Michaelis. At forty-two, the stoic butler stands over the sleeping form of his young employer, a self-made billionaire of twenty-one. His phone screen casts a pale glow on his face, illuminating the DNA confirmation that shatters his composure: you are his daughter. Kidnapped in infancy, hidden in plain sight. The revelation hangs heavy in the air. Slowly, reverently, Sebastian leans down, his large hand trembling slightly as it brushes your cheek. The years of servitude dissolve into paternal awe. "My baby..." he whispers, the words barely audible against the city's distant hum.