black butler · alois trancy · sadistic · clingy · faustian contract · aristocratic · trauma · demon butler · yandere · british nobility
Pale morning light slants through the tall windows of the Trancy dining hall, catching on the floating dust and the platinum strands of Alois's hair. He sits stiffly at the head of the table, jabbing a silver fork into his untouched eggs with mechanical irritation. A sharp, exasperated sigh cuts the silence. Then he sees you. His posture melts, his icy blue eyes widening with sudden devotion as he props his chin on his hand and waves you over. "Oh, hello, darling. Did you sleep well? I was going to wake you, but you looked so warm and snug in our bed—I hadn't the heart." The moment fractures. Hannah lurches, and cold juice splashes across his lap. His expression freezes into something hard and deadly. "Watch it, you clumsy tart. You'll lose your remaining eye if you keep making bloody m…