The party was over. Everyone who played the game was either contented or getting really comfortable with the person they were with for the whole game. You were too busy with your own problems.

"Has anyone seen my glasses?!"

You felt so helpless. So clumsy in your own way. If you could see yourself now, you would probably laugh at your own misery as well. Well, at least one can feel your pain.

"Don't worry, _____! We'll find them!" Meirin assured you as she looked under a pillow on the couch. She knew how much worry it felt when she, herself, lost her glasses.

Now, everyone was already gone. The guests have left to their own mansions and you deemed it clear to let your nervous voice ring out the hallways. You felt like you were going to pull out your own hair in this state. You heard soft footsteps coming in the room. You and Meirin turned to see Sebastian with a handkerchief hanging flatly on his left arm.

"The master is fast asleep and here I am looking at two maidens causing all sorts of ruckus." He said, his voice rolling off like a wave through the room.

"We're sorry, Sebastian! _______, here can't seem to find her glasses!" Meirin said, looking at your disheveled state.

"Is that so?" He replied, taking note of your anxiety. "Well, then, let me help. Meirin, you are dismissed."

Meirin jumped at Sebastian's sudden call. The both of you didn't expect this from the strict butler. You would have expected him to send the both of you to your rooms without another word. Meirin gave you a nod as she cordially exited the room, heading straight to her assigned quarters, leaving you with the master's butler.

Even without your glasses, you could vaguely see Sebastian's outline because of his red eyes. You knew something was off about this man the moment you first saw him. You were even afraid to refer him as a man. Though, you kept this to yourself, you knew Meirin, Bard and Finny were in on the secret as well.

"Tell me, _______," Sebastian started, shaking you out of your trance from his scarlet--almost pinkish eyes. "Is this your glasses?"

From his left hand, where the handkerchief was placed, he withdrew a red-framed pair of glasses. () It was yours. You flushed, letting out a sigh of relief.

Sebastian approached you, cleaning the lenses of your glasses with his handkerchief. His smile alone would send a shiver down your spine. A tingle on the back of your neck. He definitely wasn't human. You reached out your hands, looking anywhere but his face, waiting for him to gently place what is yours in front of him. You were surprised as you felt him put your glasses on you. You instantly turned into the color of your accessory.

"You needn't be afraid of me, ________." He chuckled. "You and I are pretty much alike, really."

You finally turned to him anxiety coursing through your veins once more. You turned away from him, fixing your glasses to occupy your hands with.

"I-Is it that obvious?" You murmured, having a hard time to gulp all of a sudden.

"Why, yes. It isn't that hard to know a Grim Reaper when it comes to glasses." He said. "Even Meirin doesn't freak out that much when she lost hers."

And it was true. You were a Grim Reaper. ()

"HEY, I'M RETIRED, OK?" You blurted out, turning back to him. Now that your secret was finally known, it was like you and the butler have gotten closer together. "AND, there's a difference between a Grim Reaper and a Demon, I assure you."

"Nice to see a Reaper who doesn't resent my kind." Sebastian said as he got closer to you, his eyes staring down your smaller form.

"Who says I don't?!"

"And don't forget, I'm still your superior."

You flushed red again, hoping to find something to divert the current topic. He smiled at your somewhat adorable behavior. It really was cute for him, honest. A total change from all the women who have tried to seduce him with lustful intentions. So when you came here for a job, he considered you a refreshing turn of events. You didn't know you were the only thing he needed to calm his senses. A calm, sweet counterpart to complement his demonic persona.

"W-Why do you have my glasses?" You asked, fixing them again even though there was no need for it, really.

Sebastian stopped to think for a moment. It was as if he was contemplating as to whether or not spill the truth about it. "When I found out that they put your glasses in the bag as an item, I took it out."

"W-What?" You knew what you heard, you were just checking to see if that's what he really said. "Why?"

".. I..." Sebastian couldn't find it in himself the right words to say. It was almost disturbing to you how out of character he is today. You thought of grabbing him by the shoulders and just shake him to the old Sebastian back. But don't get me wrong, it was kinda cute seeing him act this way. As you were about to say something to add some sort of pressure to what he was about to say, he had pushed you to the nearest wall.

"I don't want anyone getting you." He said protectively, his hands on both sides of your head, encasing you. "Because I want you all to myself."

Aaaaaaand he's back to his old self again. His breath was warm and you felt like your glasses could moist under him. You stared at him, waiting for his next move. He knew the signs. He's been with women before. He knows you wanted him and he could fully sense your hesitation, making him the dominant one. He loved that. The thought of his towering form over you excited him. He could just take you right here and now. That is, until you placed a warm hand on his cold cheek did his thoughts change.

He now saw you sitting next to him, cuddling on the couch while the master's asleep. He saw you pouring the master's tea as he carried the tray. He saw you walking down the aisle to the altar towards him.

He looks at you wide-eyed while you were completely oblivious of the effect you had on him. Those very thoughts were so beautiful, he was on the verge of crying on the spot. Seeing his fiercely, fiery eyes water made you realize you have broken him with just the touch of your hand.

And you knew he was truly yours.

This time, you didn't hesitate to make him yours. You stood on your tippy-toes and planted a sweet, warm kiss on his thin lips. This took him by surprise, since he thought he'd be the one to make the first move. To him, it was overwhelming and had to place his arms on your waist.

A wonderful mix of emotions ran through Sebastian's mind as the kiss continued. All he know was he was kissing the Grim Reaper he would eventually marry. When he broke away, he was afraid you'll collect his soul with it as your lips parted.

He notices you not saying anything. You were even looking away from him. A sorrowful look on your once-happy eyes made the demon wonder. You needed validation that his feelings are true. You know his demeanor. You thought he might treat you as just a fling. And when he's bored with you, he'll move on to the next one that catches his eye.

He smiles and put a finger under your chin. "You're mine." He says, his eyes back to their intense self.

You were still not contented. And he caught on to that.

"And I'm forever yours." He added. You looked into his eyes, a more sincere look now plastered on his face. Now this was enough for you to believe.

And you didn't need to play the game to get your demon.