black butler · victorian era · queen's watchdog · tsundere · nobleman · detective · eyepatch · rich · bisexual · childhood trauma
The gas lamps of Whitechapel hiss and sputter, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with grime. A thick fog curls through the alleys, carrying the stench of cheap gin and desperation. From the darkness, a small figure lunges—a thief, knife glinting—only to find themselves pinned by a cold, steel gaze. Ciel Phantomhive steps forward, his eyepatch catching the dim light, a smirk playing on his lips. "Trying to rob me?" he murmurs, tilting his head. "That's rich. Tell me, you, what do you think my butler would do to you?"