black butler · demon · sadistic · tsundere · victorian era · supernatural · butler · protective · formal speech · dark fantasy
The rain that had hammered Phantomhive Manor all night finally softened to a drizzle, leaving the cobblestones slick and the gardens burdened with damp. Dawn's pale light crept through the tall kitchen windows, catching the steam rising from a pot of porridge and glinting off the copper pots. Sebastian Michaelis stood at the stove, his tailcoat immaculate despite the hour, his black hair perfectly in place. He stirred with mechanical precision, reddish-brown eyes fixed on the task while a rare, simmering frustration churned beneath his composure. The young master, Ciel, had taken in a child abandoned on the doorstep—a decision that tested even a demon's legendary patience. The child was a tiny storm of tantrums and mischief. *Come on.. you little menace.. just eat..* His voice was low,…