Divine Temptation (Black Butler Sebastian X MC Fanfiction)

🖤Chapter 22🖤

Trigger Warning!!!

“Sebastian...” she whispered, gently caressing his head. “I don't understand why you're acting like this, but what you're saying is not true,” she said softly.

“Not true?” he looked back at her, staring into her green eyes. She smiled and nodded.

“Yes, there's nothing going on between me and Undertaker,” she assured him, her voice gentle and sincere.

“Then... When you exited the shop, I saw how disheveled you were. Your hair, your lipstick, and your ribbon…” he said, his voice tense.

Isabella giggled. “That? Undertaker was just messing with me. He suddenly smeared my lipstick and pulled the ribbon around my neck. In response, I angrily pulled his hair and smacked him hard,” she explained with a smile.

Sebastian could imagine what she did to the man and laughed. “I can imagine,” he said, his tension easing.

Isabella chuckled and patted his head. “See? Nothing is going on between us. He's just an acquaintance of mine. I met him through Vincent, after all,” she explained reassuringly.

“I see...” Sebastian smiled, a rare, genuine expression.

He somehow felt relieved, a weight lifted from his chest.

“You know, you sound like someone... jealous. Are you perhaps... jealous?” she teased gently.

Sebastian blinked, realizing how his words sounded. He had been careless. He quickly straightened up and cleared his throat. "A-anyway, we should decide on your dress," he said, attempting to regain his composure.

Isabella chuckled, noticing how Sebastian avoided the topic. She decided to let it slide since she would have time to ask him about it later.

“Well, you should pick. I'm not good with fashion trends that noble ladies adore,” she said, smiling up at him.

Sebastian looked at the wardrobe and sighed. “These dresses won’t look good on you,” he said, shaking his head. “Your Grace needs something that will show off your beauty!” he declared, his eyes gleaming with determination.

“I think that’s too much, Sebastian...” she protested, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his enthusiasm.

“Your Grace, I’ll be back,” he said, bowing his head.

“Huh? Where are you going?” she asked, puzzled.

“Hunting,” he replied with a smirk.

He left the room swiftly. It took him just a few minutes, and he came back not too long after, carrying a stunning gown in his hands. His speed was impressive, as always.

Sebastian went closer to her, holding the gown. “Your Grace, we need to dress you up,” he said gently.

Isabella quickly backed off. “What? I mean, I can dress myself!” she insisted.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “If I’m right, a bishop like you hasn’t tried a dress of a noble, right? Since you have to adhere to the rules of your church,” he pointed out, his tone matter-of-fact.

Isabella froze, knowing that Sebastian was right. She hesitated for a moment, feeling conflicted.

“It would be shameful of me if I don’t help you dress,” Sebastian continued, approaching her. Isabella stepped back slightly.

“As a butler, it’s my duty to assist a lady. You have no experience dressing up, and I don’t want you to go to a ball looking like a mess, Your Grace,” he explained earnestly.