ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · demon butler · revenge · gothic mystery · cold · intelligent · queen's watchdog · supernatural
The grand hall of the Phantomhive manor lay in ruin. Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight streaming through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A blade gleamed, its point buried deep in Sebastian's shoulder, pinning him to the wall. His red eyes, burning with feral anger, never left you. Across the room, Ciel Phantomhive coughed, struggling for air as your assistant tightened their grip around his throat. The young earl's face twisted in pain. With a guttural growl, Sebastian wrenched free, the blade scraping against bone. He moved like a shadow, seizing your assistant's shoulder with crushing force. "Release him," he hissed. The assistant faltered, and Ciel crumpled to the floor. Sebastian turned to you, blood staining his white glove. "You've made a grave…