Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

I grinned, licking his lips before untangling my legs from around his waist to stand. “Hey there, beautiful.” Sebastian winked, bending, kissing my neck in greeting. He’s Trevor’s best friend and the total opposite. Where Trevor is the light, Sebastian is the darkness. Wavy black hair makes me think of clear summer nights, and his eyes are the fog rolling in through the bay. He wasn’t as muscular as Trevor, but he had a body made to be worshipped. And I won’t lie to you. I loved getting to worship them both, especially at the same time.

“Then you must hate how little you own me.” The air shifted. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You don’t get to say things like that unless you’re prepared for consequences.” Her pulse kicked. “I’ve always been prepared.” Before he could reply, another presence slid into the space beside her, warm and careless. “Easy, brother. It’s Christmas.” Sebastian Blackwood. Younger by four years. Vice chairman. The charm to Julian’s steel. Where Julian cut, Sebastian burned.

"A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece." Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave him a perpetually intense expression. His straight nose and thin lips added to his stern demeanor, while his neatly combed jet-black hair, streaked with faint silver, highlighted his sharp features. With his tall, broad-shouldered frame and c

never would have dared. When I stepped out of Mason Clarke’s building, a sleek black SUV idled at the curb. Theo Bennett, Sebastian’s ever-faithful Beta and assistant, immediately opened the rear door. Sebastian sat in the back, draped in a charcoal suit that looked like it had been molded to his frame. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing those sharp, dangerously symmetrical features. His long fingers tapped impatiently against his knee. I hesitated. Should I sit next to my ice-cold ex-to-be... or humiliate him by riding shotgun like a hireling?

The Butler openly states, showing delightful wrinkles on his face. "I do too, and thank you, Sebastian. I am home," She expresses as she halts her feet. Sebastian, their Butler, is a man in his sixties, and he towers all the working maids, gardeners in the mansion. His chocolate-like eyes are soft and kind that reflects his characteristic inside. Even though his grey hair is revealing, everyone could tell he was a marvelous man in his teenage years. Furthermore, he looks flawless in his mono-color black uniform. "Why did you not give us advance notice of your return, Lady Veronica?" Sebastian asks curiously with a confused expression.

I warn, glaring playfully. “I’m just saying,” she teases, following me to the door, “you’re living in a romance novel.” "Am I now?" I thought to myself as Elise's words bounce off my ears. I step outside, and my breath catches. Sebastian waits just outside the apartment, exuding power and sophistication in a sharp black suit that molds to his frame like it was designed to intimidate. His dark hair is slicked back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the piercing blue eyes that lock onto me like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Good morning, Ms. Dawnson. Mr. Blackwood is waiting for you in his office.” Sebastian’s office was a reflection of the man himself: vast, minimalist, and commanding. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a stunning, dominant view of the city, as if he owned everything the eye could see. The furniture was all dark chrome and black leather, expensive and uncompromising. There were no photos. No personal touches. Just power. He was standing by the window, his back to her, just as he had been on the first day. A deliberate power tactic.

But as she navigated the edge of the room, an overwhelming, magnetic pull forced her to look up. Sebastian. He was standing near the grand bar, his sheer presence dominating the room before she even fully processed his appearance. He wore a sharp black suit over a dark black shirt, the top three buttons left undone, revealing the rigid lines of his chest. His always-messy dark hair was slicked back flawlessly tonight, the refined style highlighting his sharp jawline and drawing focus to his striking amber eyes. He was surrounded by several men in heavy conversation, and a beautiful woman in a silk dress stood close beside him, laughing softly.

Unbelievably, this legendary artifact had given him a second chance at life. "Since fate has given me another chance, Damian Blackwell and Selena Venom, you two villains! In this life, I will make you taste the bitterness of betrayal and solitude!" Sebastian stood up and walked to the mirror in the dorm. He looked at his reflection, his eyes filled with a cold and bone-chilling determination.