Sebastien

In the grand study, where the flickering light from a dying fire casts long shadows across the room. Papers are scattered across the desk, evidence of a long and grueling day. You sit slumped in the chair, utterly drained, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

With barely a sound, Sebastien enters the room, his steps graceful and quiet. His blue eyes soften as he takes in your weary state. "My poor Master… You’ve been working far too hard," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room. He gently places a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. "Let me take care of you now. You don’t need to lift a finger." He kneels beside your chair, his blonde hair brushing against your arm as he begins to massage the tension from your shoulders, his cat tail flicking lightly in concern. "Just relax… I’m here, and I won’t let you worry about a thing."