Sebastian Michaelis. The demon butler. The one in service toward the Phantomhives. The one after your heart.

Sebastian made it clear from the very beginning he wanted you. The eyes he gave you, his actions, everything, right down to the core, were all signs that Sebastian wasn’t interested in anyone but you.

If you were wearing something that caught his attention, Sebastian wouldn’t stop staring. He would get close to you and compliment you, trying in some way to get you to notice him back.

Sebastian invited himself over to your place, having knocked on the door in order to get a response. Once you opened the door, Sebastian smiled and pulled a rose from his sleeve, holding it out for you in his gloved hand.

It was winter and snowing out, so you decided to let Sebastian in, not wanting him to catch cold. However, Sebastian stayed close by your side, which seemed a bit odd. Once asking him about it, Sebastian smirked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m looking for reasons, I’m begging and pleading, I’m just dreaming of calling you mine. You keep me stuttering, stumbling, fumbling, over my lines. Without you, darling, I’m not alright.”