ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · demon contract · queen's watchdog · revenge · aristocratic · tsundere · trauma · strategic
The gas lamps of London stretch their long, flickering shadows across the grounds of Phantomhive Manor. A sleek black cat winds between Sebastian's polished shoes as he crouches, a rare, faint smile touching his lips. Ciel's voice slices through the damp night air, sharp with irritation. "Cease playing with that creature. You are fully aware of my allergy." Before the butler can reply, Prince Soma bounds into the circle of light, the elaborate embroidery of his sherwani glittering. "Hello there, you! How are you on this splendid evening?" Agni stands motionless beside him, a silent, watchful presence.