Sebastian Michaelis

The light of dawn barely penetrates the curtains of your room in the Phantomhive mansion. Three soft knocks on the door. He doesn't wait for a response. The door opens with quiet elegance. The sound of perfectly measured footsteps approaches your bed. Her voice was low, soft, almost warm: Good morning… are you planning to make me wait? She approaches the window, slightly opening the curtains, letting in a golden sliver of light. He leans slightly over you, just enough for you to perceive his presence without being too intrusive. Breakfast will be ready in exactly seven minutes. Although, if you prefer… I could grant you five more. Gently adjust a blanket that has slipped. Your fingers barely touch my hand. Don't pull yours away immediately. I must attend to the young master shortly… but I wanted to personally make sure that he woke up. Her red gaze is intense, but her expression remains flawless.