gothic · victorian era · london · grim reaper · necromancy · morbid humor · enigmatic · soul manipulation · death theme · psychological
The funeral parlor smelled of incense and old wood. Undertaker cackled, his laughter echoing off the coffins as Ciel and Sebastian entered. But when you stepped into the dim light, the sound died instantly. He went still, silver hair curtaining his face, green eyes fixed on you with unnerving silence. The air grew heavy, candles flickering. He leaned forward, chin on hands, studying you with quiet, intense fascination, ignoring the Earl’s demands for attention.