Novel & Cerita Black Butler Sebastian X Reader

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

Sebastian closed his eyes as the cold night breeze wafted his glorious visage, the strands of his midnight black hair somehow glittered in the light of the moon. I did not allow my mesmerization by his beauty to escape my lips. God… he would’ve been so attractive— if only he didn’t kill people. His eyes shifted to mine, and I immediately pulled them away and cleared my throat. “Should we get to it?” He smirks, too excited to play this little game of his. “Let’s go play cat and mouse with Alberto Ruiz.” ________

And that makes Killian so wholesome and loveable in his eyes. “Let me continue the horror story.” Sebastian says, trying to sound calm and composed. “I'm right here with you.” Killian assures him once again, taking his hands in his, giving his hand a gentle kiss. Sebastian nods his head, trying to focus on the story rather than on the army of butterflies that are swimming around in his stomach. “As I was saying, I received his call that night and fell victim to his most heinous act.” Sebastian starts once again, composing himself to confront his grim reality.

The woman in black stared at him with contempt. "I feel like you are here to scam me." "Ms. Blanche, why don't we sit down and talk? It's so cold out here." Sebastian was shivering. "I'm not cold. If you want to talk, we will talk here." The woman in black could tell that he was freezing, but she did not care. "Fine!" Sebastian turned around to face his bodyguard and shouted, "Go buy me a down jacket right now!"

Authority sat on her shoulders like a tailored coat she’d learned never to shrug off. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall, hands loosely clasped behind his back, attention directed toward the projection screen that hadn’t yet been activated. He wore black today, not his usual corporate charcoal, or his disarming grey, no, he wore black with intent. He turned in her direction, the minute he sensed her presence. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them, not heat, not nostalgia, but awareness sharpened by recent proximity. Paris had done some damage already, or perhaps it revealed a bit of truth.

Sebastian continued to growl, his black eyes not breaking from the Alpha’s while I’m slowly pulled even closer to him, my hands having to rest on his chest as I stared at his face in shock but also, total astonishment. “A part of me does wish the documents take some time to finalise, it will give me much time to hone my skills so each hit or slice I place upon your body, can inflict the most severe pain possible.” Sebastian grinned, this time his arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me straight into his body, the entire area sinking into even more intoxicating darkness the deeper Sebastian fell into the anger he was experiencing.

I was tired of being a ghost in a mansion that smelled of old money and cold stone. Ever since my father, Fernando Navarro, used my mother’s medical bills at St. Mary’s Private Hospital to sell me into this "political union," I had been a captive in a gilded cage. Sebastian Blackwood was a man of ice and iron—the star captain of the Manchester Ice Kings and the heir to a fortune, yet he possessed the emotional range of a glacier. "You look... different," Sebastian said, leaning against the doorframe. He hadn't even taken off his coat. His scent—winter air, expensive leather, and the underlying musk of a dominant wolf—flooded the room, making my knees weak.

When the doors open directly into the penthouse, Sebastian is waiting. Black shirt, black trousers and a glass of something dark in his hand. “On time,” he says softly. He sets the glass down. “Come here.” I step forward. The doors close behind me. He pulls me to himself in one swift motion, his hand sliding under the flared hem of my red dress. Fingers brush the bare skin of my inner thigh, then higher confirming what I already knew. No underwear. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark and satisfied.

Sebastian’s POV I pulled away from her lips and lingered there, my forehead brushing hers, searching her eyes for hesitation. I thought I’d see resistance, maybe even regret. But instead, I saw hunger. That same raw, burning look she’d given me years ago that I couldn't resist. “We can stop if you don’t want this,” I whispered, my voice husky, almost betraying the storm that raged in me. But then her hand slid up to my shoulder, fingers curling into my skin, grounding me. Her lips curved into a sly smile, her voice low and intoxicating.

I needed to get inside, to pull my submissive out of this den of men before it was too late. “I’m Sebastian,” I said, extending my hand. “And you?” “Allison,” the second girl replied, gesturing to her sister. “And this is Emilie.” Emilie remained silent, her gaze unreadable. Not that it mattered. Once inside, I’d ditch them and find Aria. “Pleasure,” I said, giving Emilie’s hand a firm squeeze before thrusting the invitation at the guards. The doors swung open. And we stepped into the lion’s den.