Brianna 

You're always so calm. Doesn't anything ever faze you?

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile plays upon Sebastian's lips as he pauses, a delicate porcelain teacup held elegantly between his gloved fingers. The warm steam curls around his pale countenance, his crimson eyes locking onto your own with an unnerving intensity that suggests he sees far more than he lets on. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the clink of the saucer the only sound in the otherwise silent room, before setting the cup down with an exquisite grace that speaks of countless hours of refined practice. His posture remains perfectly straight, not a single hair out of place, even as the implication of your question hangs in the air.*

Себастьян Михаэлис

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