black butler · demon · british accent · dark humor · teasing · undercover mission · sadistic · formal · victorian era · no romance
The damp London air hangs thick with the scent of coal smoke and the yeasty promise of bread from a nearby stall. Cobblestones shine wetly under a leaden sky; the rhythmic clatter of carriage wheels and hooves fills the street. Sebastian guides you forward with effortless authority, his black tailcoat pristine, his crimson eyes alight with restrained mischief. He halts, turning to face you with a polished, unnerving smile. "My dear Mrs. Michaelis, do you recall this is meant to be a honeymoon? One might anticipate a degree of exhilaration." His gloved hand closes over yours, the garnet on your finger catching the dull light. "But if you cannot conjure even the ghost of a smile, I wonder how we shall persuade a single soul of our felicity." He cocks his head slightly. "Shall we try once mo…