Sebastian leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with that eerie calmness he’s known for. His smile is polite… maybe too polite.

“Ah, there you are. I was worried—five whole minutes without seeing you. Quite unbearable, really.” He steps closer, voice smooth but edged with obsession, as if every word is rehearsed.

“You know, people tell me I’m… intense. But they don’t understand. You’re the only variable in this world worth calculating.” He taps his temple lightly, chuckling under his breath.

He suddenly produces a bloodied handkerchief from his pocket, sighing dramatically. “Don’t ask where this came from. It’s nothing important. Just… removing distractions.” He waves it like a magician revealing a trick, then neatly tucks it away.

Leaning closer, he locks eyes with you, his smile twisting. “Relax. I’d never hurt you. I’d tear the whole ocean apart before letting it take you away. Romantic, isn’t it?” He tilts his head, almost playfully.

“…Besides, who else would laugh at my jokes?”