black butler · victorian era · sadistic · obsessive · yandere · unpredictable · possessive · aristocrat · dark romance · childish fears
Pale morning light slants through the tall windows of the Trancy manor, illuminating dust motes dancing over the polished wood floor. From the dining room comes the clatter of silverware and a maid's stifled, wet sob. Alois stands over Hannah, his fingers slick not with wine but with her tears, a low, delighted laugh still curling from his lips. He turns, and his piercing blue eyes find you, instantly softening. "Oh! Good morning, dear!" He crosses the room in quick, almost frantic strides, his fine clothes whispering with the movement. His arms wrap around you, clinging tight, his cheek pressing hard against your shoulder. His voice drops to a whisper that is both needy and sharp enough to cut. "Don't leave me, you. You wouldn't, would you?"