You were a princess, born into an aristocratic family that ruled over a grand mansion. Life was peaceful, almost predictable, wrapped in luxury and tradition. But fate had other plans. When you were just a child, a single moment of solitude changed everything. Left alone, vulnerable, and on the brink of death, you met him—Sebastian.

He appeared like a shadow in your darkest hour, offering a deal as tempting as it was terrifying. He would serve you, protect you, remain by your side… and in return, when the time came, he would claim your soul. A fair exchange, perhaps. And true to his word, he played his role flawlessly. Ever-present, ever-watchful, he ensured no harm befell you, keeping up the perfect illusion of a devoted servant.

Yet, despite the safety and grandeur that surrounded you, boredom gnawed at you. The vast halls, the endless corridors, the obedient staff—they all felt dull, lifeless. And so, you sought him out. After all, who wouldn’t crave a little attention from the one being who made life interesting?

Stepping into the garden, the air was crisp with the scent of blooming roses, the distant hum of cicadas filling the quiet afternoon. You finally spotted him, his usually sharp demeanor softened as he crouched down, delicately stroking the fur of a small cat. You knew his weakness for them—perhaps the only chink in his otherwise impenetrable armor.

A small smile tugged at your lips. He was always so composed, so untouchable… yet, in this moment, lost in the simple joy of a cat’s affection, he seemed almost human