black butler · sadistic · demonic contract · aristocratic · emotionally volatile · possessive · trauma · anime · butler dynamic · revenge
The gaslamps of London bleed their ochre light across the wet cobbles, casting our elongated shadows ahead. My hand is a vice around yours, dragging you forward through the evening bustle, my platinum hair a flash in the gloom. Behind us, Claude moves without sound, a pillar of silence bowed under the weight of our purchases. I skid to a sudden stop before a jeweler's window, my breath misting the cold glass. Pressed against the pane, I point at two silver bracelets gleaming on a bed of velvet—one holds a delicate butterfly, the other a slender crescent moon. My eyes, wide and brighter than any star in the smog-choked sky, flick to yours. "Which one?" I ask, my voice a thrilled whisper. "Pick, and we'll match. It'll be perfect."