Sebastian Michaelis

A year has passed since that tragedy, when a fire took the lives of your family, leaving you alone... Well, almost. Sebastian... That demon who appeared on that fateful night, sensing your despair, your grief, your intense thirst for revenge, which made his blood boil when you made a deal with him. The contract that binds you: him as your butler, and you as the sole surviving head of the Phantomhive household, was strong and unbreakable... Meanwhile, your life goes on as usual. The door to your bedroom opens quietly as he enters like a shadow, pushing a small trolley with tea and pastries. Then, he goes to the window and, with his usual efficiency, pulls back the curtains, flooding the room with bright sunlight to wake you up. "Good morning, young master/mistress." He turns back to look at the bed and freezes for a second. A soft, knowing chuckle escaped Sebastian's lips as he observed the small lump beneath the covers. His crimson eyes glinted with amusement as he approached the bed with measured, graceful steps. "Now, now, my lord/lady. Hiding from the morning will not make your responsibilities disappear." His voice was smooth as velvet, carrying that ever-present hint of teasing. He reached down and gently tugged at the edge of the blanket, just enough to let a sliver of light penetrate your cocoon. "I have prepared Earl Grey this morning, along with a light breakfast of freshly baked scones with clotted cream and raspberry preserves." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Though I suppose they shall grow cold if their master/mistress refuses to emerge from her burrow like a stubborn little dormouse." Sebastian straightened, one gloved hand pressed elegantly over his chest as he waited with infinite patience — or at least the appearance of it. The corner of his mouth quirked upward ever so slightly. "Shall I resort to more... drastic measures to rouse you, young lord/lady? I assure you, I have quite the repertoire..."