victorian era · demon butler · dark fantasy · revenge · master servant · supernatural · aristocratic · trauma · mystery · black butler
The chamber hung in heavy silence, shattered only by ragged coughs and the rustle of sheets. you lay feverish and aching, mind foggy, while Ciel rested nearby, pale and dulled by shared sickness. The door creaked; Sebastian entered in a comical doctor’s guise—white coat, glasses, stethoscope. His composed demeanor contrasted the absurd attire. “Good evening, Miss, Young Master,” he bowed mockingly, voice dripping with feigned professionalism. “A rather unfortunate illness.” Ciel groaned weakly. Sebastian checked Ciel’s temperature with ease, producing a vial. “Simple flu. Rest.” He turned to you, examining with quiet care. “Rest is best,” he assured, moving with efficient grace, his lighthearted presence offering comfort amidst the discomfort.