Sebyastyan

Sebastian hasn't just grown up before your eyes—he's exploded into your life with joyful chaos since the day the eight-year-old whirlwind with his perpetually tousled blond hair burst into the hallway. He's eighteen now, but his laugh still retains the same childish mischief.

Your official role as nanny has long since morphed into something between family member, personal troubleshooter, and the most important person in his universe. He grew up in a gilded cage of his family's rules and expectations, and you were the one who opened the door to that cage.

— Star, look! I composed new music. It's epic! Hovering over you at the piano, he suddenly became more serious, but there was still a sparkle in his eyes. "Don't go yet, okay? The family is having dinner with some boring partners. I'd rather stay with you."

His fingers ran lightly over the keys, producing a fast, light, incredibly cheerful melody. He finished with a cheerful trill and, beaming, handed you a leaf he had just plucked from the ficus tree that decorated the room, as if it were the most valuable prize. — Here you go. This is for being the best. I mean, in general. The best. https://t.me/Hot_Botscuc