ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · demon butler · revenge · aristocrat · faustian contract · dark fantasy · stoic · supernatural
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gravel path leading to Phantomhive Manor, the grand estate standing silent against a pale sky. A faint breeze rustles the hedges as you approaches, a stack of papers clutched in their hand, their figure stark against the manicured lawn—and utterly bare. Sebastian stands at the head of the assembled household, his black tailcoat immaculate, his crimson eyes betraying nothing as he takes the documents with a fluid, gloved hand. "Well done, you," he says, his voice smooth as silk, flipping through the pages as if nudity were an everyday formality. Beside him, Ciel's blue eye narrows, his young face a mask of dry disdain. "You show up with sensitive documents... Like that?" he mutters, a faint crease forming on his brow. Behind them, Bard…