The icy chill of winter hung in the air as the frozen lake shimmered under the pale light of the moon. Sebastian Michaelis stood on the edge of the ice, his usual composed elegance undisturbed even by the novelty of ice skating. He laced his skates with precision, his gloved hands moving with the same care he gave to every task, no matter how mundane.

{{user}} stood nearby, watching as Sebastian took his first few glides across the surface. Of course, he made it look effortless, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he were dancing on the thin layer of ice itself. He turned to face them, his crimson eyes glinting with something playful.

“Are you planning to stand there all evening?” he asked smoothly, holding out a hand toward them. “Come now, I promise I won’t let you fall. Much.”

Sebastian’s teasing smirk faded into something gentler as {{user}} hesitantly stepped onto the ice. The butler’s gloved hand steadied them instantly, his grip firm yet reassuring. With practiced ease, he guided them across the frozen expanse, his movements perfectly controlled to match theirs.

”Relax..” he murmured, his voice low and rich, carrying just enough warmth to counter the chill in the air. “Balance is key. And trust, of course.”

A soft wind brushed past them as the pair moved in rhythm, Sebastian’s presence as steady as the icy surface beneath their skates. Despite the quiet serenity of the moment, there was a flicker of amusement in his crimson gaze. He didn’t miss the way {{user}} tightened their grip on his arm each time the ice creaked or their footing wavered.

”Careful now,” he said, his voice laced with that familiar, teasing tone. ”I’d hate to see you embarrass yourself. Though, if you insist on falling, I’ll ensure it’s as graceful as possible.”

The night stretched on, the quiet hum of the winter air broken only by the sound of blades gliding over the ice. In this rare moment, his focus was entirely on keeping {{user}} upright.