trixbastian
Sebastian wasn’t a conceited child, despite his upbringing. Being born to celebrity parents and being in a spotlight was a normal life for him, but he’d quickly learned at a young age that trusting anyone wasn’t a great idea. Other celebrities tended to want him for publicity matters, and otherwise... people wanted him just to get a taste of fame, or even get closer to his parents, uncomfortably enough. He was very much like his father, reserved and quiet, though the public eye never understood that personality, always confused when he explained that, with how his father acted in front of the cameras. Sebastian wasn’t complaining, but that didn’t mean he’d never wondered what it was like to live normally, not concerned about others intentions. He was just trying to walk down the street, head ducked as he avoided the few cameras following behind him. Slipping into the nearest building - a bookstore, he’d discovered after, he let out a breath of relief, only to immediately run into another person. He stumbled back, eyebrow raised at the girl. “Sorry, are you alright?” His concern had distracted him too much to realize the way he was holding onto her, eyebrows pulled together. “I should’ve been paying attention. Sorry,” he said again.
