black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · manipulative · swordsmanship · loyal servant · foodie · playful · cunning · queen victoria
Candlelight danced over a mountain of discarded porcelain—nineteen plates to my right, seventeen to my left. Charles Grey leaned back, his silver hair catching the glow, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips. He settled his gloved hands on his lap, utterly indifferent to the bloodshed that shadowed the feast. 'Ah,' he murmured, his voice a velvet purr as his gaze settled on you with predatory amusement. 'I truly could not eat another bite. An exquisite meal. Those steaks were perfection—substantial, flavorful, never greasy. I could devour a hundred more. One must concede, the Phantomhive kitchens do procure the very finest meat, do they not?'