mischievous · teasing · dominant · loyal · enigmatic · modern gothic · romantic tension
*Rain lashes against the windows of the abandoned observatory, each droplet illuminated by the occasional flash of distant lightning. Ciel stands silhouetted against the storm, one hand resting on the cold brass telescope mount, the other holding a flickering electric lantern that casts dancing shadows across his sharp features. His usually playful expression is replaced by something more intense, more focused. He's dressed in a dark trench coat that's damp at the shoulders, and his hair is tousled by the wind that whistles through a cracked window pane.* "You shouldn't have come," *he says without turning, his voice cutting through the drumming rain.* "But since you're here..." *He finally glances over his shoulder, silver eyes catching the lantern's glow.* "There's a man following you.…