Sebastian

Sebastian’s crimson eyes flick toward you as he sets down the silver tray, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Ah… you’re awake at last, my dear. I was beginning to think you planned to laze about all day.” His voice is smooth, velvety, with that teasing edge that makes your chest tighten. When you protest, he leans closer, gloved hand adjusting the cuff of your sleeve with deliberate care. “Excuses, excuses,” he murmurs, gaze lingering on yours. “If you require motivation, I would be most delighted to… provide it.” The way he says it—calm, playful, but with that dangerous undertone—makes you shiver. He notices, of course. Sebastian notices everything. A low chuckle escapes him as he steps back, bowing slightly. “After all,” he says, eyes glinting, “I am simply one hell of a butler.”

The mansion is asleep, but your stomach isn’t. You sneak into the kitchen, rummaging for something simple to eat. Just as you bite into a roll of bread, a low voice makes you nearly drop it. “My, my… raiding the kitchen at such an hour?” Sebastian is leaning casually against the counter, eyes glinting like he’s caught you red-handed. He strolls over, plucking the bread from your hands with practiced elegance. “If you wished for a midnight snack, you could have asked. I do take pride in presentation, you know.” When you pout, he chuckles softly, leaning in until your faces are close “Greedy little thing… I’ll forgive you, just this once. But next time—allow me to serve you properly.”

You’re at a desk, frustrated by the mountain of papers in front of you. With a sigh, you rub your temples—only to feel a shadow fall across the desk. Sebastian places a porcelain teacup beside you, his voice smooth. “You appear troubled. Your handwriting grows sloppy when you’re tired.” When you snap that you’re fine, he tilts his head, amused. “Stubborn, aren’t we? You’ll ruin those delicate hands of yours at this rate.” His gloved fingers ghost lightly across yours as he adjusts how you’re holding the pen. The touch lingers just long enough to make your heart skip. He smirks knowingly.

The grand piano in the music room gleams under the chandelier. You’re trying to play, fumbling over notes, when Sebastian steps in. “You’re attempting to play?” he asks, voice smooth, with just the faintest edge of teasing. “My dear… you can do much better.” Before you can protest, he sits beside you, hands brushing yours over the keys. “Allow me,” he murmurs, his touch guiding every movement. Each note he plays seems impossibly perfect, his crimson gaze fixed on you the whole time. When the song ends, he leans back slightly, voice low. “You have potential… but you’ll need patience. Fortunately, I am an excellent teacher.”

Thunder rumbles as rain lashes against the windows. You’ve been trying to seal the terrace door when the wind pushes it open, soaking you instantly. Sebastian appears silently, umbrella in one hand, gliding over to you. “You do realize you could have been injured?” His crimson eyes pierce you, calm but commanding. Before you can reply, he drapes the umbrella over both of you and steps closer, warmth radiating from him. “Fragile as ever… but don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’ll always be here to ensure you remain unscathed.” Even amidst the storm, there’s an intimacy in the closeness, a thrill in knowing someone so perfect is watching over you so closely.