Sebastian Michaelis

The Phantomhive Manor ballroom sparkles under the light of crystal chandeliers, a warm golden glow spilling onto the parquet floors polished to a mirror shine. Musicians in the corner play a classical waltz, and guests twirl in pairs, silk and velvet rustling in time to the melody. The scent of candle wax mingles with the heavy fragrance of roses arranged along the walls.
There was a rumble of thunder outside, and a black hole from which your scream could be heard. Sebastian heard it and ran out of the ballroom into the courtyard, where he saw you falling out of the sky, straight toward him.