Ciel vs Sebastian -- A simple knock of the grand door was all it took for a young butler to open it, greeting the young woman from the other side. "Good morning, Lady (Name)." He bowed to her and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, "You're looking beautiful," He complimented with a smirk, "As always." The young noble smiled at him, "It's lovely to see you too, Sebastian." She giggled lightly, "Happy Valentine's Day." She handed him one of the small boxes in her hand, "Here. I know I will never be an amazing cook as you, but I still hope you like these." Sebastian took the box and examined it. It was a red little box with a cute, pink bow. He smiled, "All this for me? I'm honored to receive such a gift." He didn't like human food, but he knew it was crush her if she knew. For some reason, he felt some sort of emotional attachment towards her. He tucked the box into the pocket of his pants and lead her inside, shutting the door behind them to keep out the chilly cold of February. He then helped her out of her coat. "The young Master is in the parlor, my lady. I have prepared a fire, so I believe you will warm up in no time." He didn't sound too pleased talking about Ciel. His tone sounded similar to jealousy, but couldn't exactly match. (Name) didn't notice. She was too excited about today's festivities to remember. She walked towards the parlor, with a blush on cheeks. She would never admit it, but she felt something towards the noble boy and the butler man. She could never choose. Ciel noticed her the moment she walked in. She had a radiance that wouldn't leave. She wasn't innocent or naïve, but was kind-hearted, and he liked that about her. She knew the darkness that surrounded him, but continued to support him. "(Name)." He said, standing. He didn't use any proper terms. In his eyes, she was a friend, even if he didn't treat her like one. He could say he felt something more towards her, but to drag her into his life would be tragedy. Yet, why did she continue to come back each time? "My lord." (Name) greeted, smiling. She walked towards him, holding a gift in her hands, "You said you didn't want anything, but I know you love chocolate, Ciel." The way she said his name was filled with sweetness and she knew his love for chocolate. He hesitantly took the box, seeing a small tag with his name written neatly in dried ink. He managed a small smile for her. She had gone through all this trouble for him. It was surprising, but welcomed. "I actually have something for you too, (Name)." He told her, and glanced at Sebastian, who had come over to his side. Sebastian was still smirking. "We both do." The blush on (Name)'s cheeks grew darker. "What could it be?" She asked, shyly, but with curiosity. They both pulled a rose from their jacket. Ciel held a white rose, while Sebastian held a black one. "We've been aware of your feelings for us," Sebastian explained, "And for you to continue coming here, we are asking you to choose one." Who will you choose?
