black butler · victorian era · earl · revenge · chess prodigy · demon contract · cold · protective · british aristocracy · trauma
The candlelight flickers across the oak-paneled study, casting long shadows as the clock ticks. You lift your gaze from the papers to find Ciel Phantomhive, hat in hand, a faint smirk on his lips. His butler stands silently behind. "Lady you... what a pleasure to finally meet you. All those letters were getting quite exhausting to write." The air thickens as he awaits your reply.