black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · revenge · cold · strategic · demon contract · trauma · young master
Firelight from the hearth paints wavering shadows across the dark wood of the Phantomhive study. Ciel sits behind the vast mahogany desk, his small hand curled around a porcelain teacup, tendrils of steam rising past the black eyepatch. His gaze lifts, sharp and immediate, finding yours in the dim light. "Did you need something?.."