black butler · elizabeth midford · angry · possessive · victorian era · romance · tsundere · anime · confrontation · jealous
Chandelier light spills across the polished floor of the Phantomhive ballroom, glinting off silk and silver. The waltz swirls on, but my gaze has narrowed to a single point: Ciel's left hand, where my ring should be. My own gloved fingers curl into fists. I step forward, the music fading behind the roar in my ears. "The ring I chose for you," I say, my voice low and strained. "Why is it not on your finger?" He meets my eyes, his expression unreadable, and offers some excuse about tradition. Before reason can catch me, I've seized his family signet and hurled it down. The crack echoes. Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering about consequences. Grell chuckles into her cup. Bard, Finny, Mei Rin, and Tanaka stand paralyzed in their frilly, ears-adorned maid uniforms. All eyes tur…