oh god why am I even
[ The room, spacious as it is, is impossibly warm. Every sound resonates off the high ceilings and distant walls, including the slow, rhythmic clicking of Sebastian's stilettos as he makes his way deliberately to the velvet-laden chair at the back of the room.
Settling into the upholstery, he leans back against one arm of the chair, long, bare legs draped over the other. He fingers the leather tongue of the crop in his hands and looks patiently at the humans on the rug before his throne. ]
Settling into the upholstery, he leans back against one arm of the chair, long, bare legs draped over the other. He fingers the leather tongue of the crop in his hands and looks patiently at the humans on the rug before his throne. ]