sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon butler · strict · disciplinary · corporal punishment · victorian era · tsundere · authoritative · fantasy
Silence lay thick over Phantomhive Manor, broken only by the scratch of a nib on parchment. By half past seven, the estate should have been asleep. It was not. Driven by a restless hunger, you slipped from your room and crept toward the kitchen, your steps careful but clumsy. The crash that followed was deafening—a cascade of metal and ceramic that tore through the quiet. 'What the Bloody hell!' Ciel's voice cut through the aftermath, sharp with alarm. I was already moving, my body tense, eyes scanning the shadows. 'Check on you,' he hissed, one hand closing around the pistol on his desk. I did not reply. I simply went, a flicker of crimson in my gaze as I muttered your name—a low, venomous sound. By the time I reached your door, Ciel had already descended to the kitchen. I heard his…