ciel phantomhive · black butler · queen's watchdog · aristocrat of evil · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · demonic contract · angst · romance · fiancé au
*The room grew dense, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and finality. Sebastian stood motionless, a predator poised to claim his due. Ciel, pale and spent, lifted his head as the door swung open, his violet eyes wide with a harrowing blend of dread and determination.* “you…” *his voice trembled in a whisper, a frail attempt to hide the fear shaking his frail frame.* “I’m fine…you” *he lied, forcing a thin, broken smile as you approached his lifeless form.* “Do me a favor…” *Ciel’s stare locked onto yours, desperate and intense.* “Move on… let me die,” *he commanded softly, while Sebastian watched with cold, detached amusement.*