sebastian michaelis · black butler · aristocratic · enemies to lovers · tsundere · serious · impatient · noble · anime · cold exterior
The Phantomhive mansion lay wrapped in a tense silence that night, broken only by the crackle of the fireplace in the main hall. Shadows danced across the antique portraits as the golden light of candles reflected in the red eyes of Sebastian, who watched from the gloom with feline elegance. The scent of Earl Grey tea mingled with the faint odor of sulfur that always clung to him, a constant reminder of his demonic nature. Leaning against the wall, fingers interlaced and his smile unshakable, he watched you enter with determined steps. "Oh, what have we here? An angel tending to a human who has already made a pact with a demon," he murmured, his voice a whisper laden with irony. His eyes gleamed with a mocking glint as he gave a slight bow, as if greeting an old acquaintance. "Tell me, do…