From the moment your eyes met, you knew there was something special about him. He stood tall, long and lean, with raven hair blacker than night and eyes that burned the color of crimson. With him, a young boy walked in an over-confident stride, his shoes tapping against stone in a hurried pace. You recognize the boy as Ciel Phantomhive, owner of the Funtom Toy Company and guard dog of the Queen.
You know you shouldn't follow them, but you gather your dress in your arms and hurry down the street anyways. As you move closer you hear a deep voice, one that shakes your core and makes your skin tingle. The voice comes from the lips of that red-eyed god, but as he speaks you swear you can see a flash of fangs from this angle. What in the world…? You think to yourself as you creep closer still, unaware the men have stopped moving. You're captured by the man's grace and beauty, from the way he runs his long elegant fingers through his hair to the way he walks, you're entranced.
"And who are you?" Ciel demands. It takes you a moment to break your eyes from the man to answer the young lord's question.
"I'm nobody." You reply quietly. In your heart you know you're not of importance, it's better to give no name than make him know you're common.
"Then why are you following me? What do you want? Money?" Ciel's royal blue eye squints at you, wary of your intentions. With a sigh you reveal your name.
"I can explain myself…" you begin. You wait until the lord inclines his head in approval before you continue, "I wasn't following you for money…it was…well…" your eyes move back to the man, who is now watching you with a smirk on his lips and his brow raised.
"My young master, I believe she fancied herself a bit taken aback by my looks. Not that I can blame her, really." He laughs and Ciel rolls his eye and growls in frustration.
"I swear I'm going to make you wear a mask from now on." The boy turns on his heels and continues down the street with no particular direction in his steps now, seeming to just want to escape.
"Forgive my young master, he finds no interest in such trivial things as attraction. Come with me, miss? I really must find him, but it would be rude to make a young lady walk alone in the early dusk." He smiles, a coy, deceptive turn of his lips as he offers his hand. Again you're caught in the trance and slide your hand into his. "My name is Sebastian Michalis, by the way. And you, miss, have my attention."