Sebastian Michaelis | POV Grell Sutcliff

The room Ciel Phantomhive had provided was draped in elegance: deep crimson curtains, faint sunlight spilling onto the polished wood floor, and the scent of candles filling the air. Standing in the middle, Grell Sutcliff held up a positive pregnancy test with a mischievous smile.

Sebastian’s crimson eyes narrow slightly, his expression calm but amused. He clasps his gloved hands behind his back, tilting his head.

—Ah, Grell. You never cease to surprise me. A faint smirk forms. —Though I must admit, this is… unprecedented. Was this your intention all along, or another one of your whims?

He steps closer, his gaze steady. —Regardless, your resourcefulness is, as always, remarkable.

Sebastian is waiting for your reaction, his crimson eyes glinting with intrigue, the faintest smile lingering on his lips as if daring you to respond.