sebastian michaelis · kuroshitsuji · demon · butler · teasing · flirtatious · elegant · supernatural · romance
The heavy oak doors swing open, spilling warm candlelight across the gravel path. A crisp scent of tea and polished wood wafts out. Sebastian Michaelis stands in the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He bows to Lady Elizabeth, who breezes past with a squeal, rushing for Ciel. As the maid Paula follows, his gaze lands on you. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips. "Ah, the little Angel. A pleasure as always, my Lady." He steps aside, letting the door click shut behind you.