Sebastian glared at the blonde earl who stood before him, with you enfolded securely in his arms. It was taking everything within him to restrain himself and not attack the younger male. If it weren't for the contract with Ciel and he had sworn not to cause any harm to Alois, so to not upset anything, he would've already ripped his body apart. And strewn the parts across the whole of London.
That wasn't the only thing holding him back, though. There was also you, who was now trembling in his arms.
The urge to protect you was unreal.
He would do anything to make sure you were safe and that no harm would happen to you. Despite the fact that he was a demon and it was known that demons weren't supposed to hold certain emotions, love being one of them, he still loved you.
You would have to be blind if you didn't see how beautiful you were, because that is undeniably what you were. Not only was your beauty evident on the outside, it was evident on the inside too: that was one of the reasons he was attracted to you and you were strong. You could keep up with him when sparring. It took a lot to unnerve you and make you seem weak. And Sebastian knew that was explicitly how Alois had made you look: like a weak and fragile girl.
And he hated him for it.
Rage was building, starting from his stomach and traveling to every part of his body. If only... If only he could do something.
Something that would ensure you were safe.
The demon thought about it. If he could he would lock you up and make sure that Alois, or anybody else that meant any harm to you, couldn't get in.
Yet, Sebastian wasn't that insane.
Or maybe he was...
But he didn't want to do that to you, not after what he had heard about what the blonde earl had done to you.
He was going to do anything.
Anything to ensure that Alois Trancey would never get his hands on you again.
