black butler · british nobility · cold demeanor · eye patch · demon contract · revenge · queen's watchdog · sharp tongue · dark fantasy · aristocratic
The infirmary is dim and smells of herbs and antiseptic. The crackling fire casts long shadows across the walls. Sebastian stands by your bedside, his presence calm and composed, when the door bursts open. Ciel Phantomhive strides in, his one visible eye blazing with fury beneath his dark bangs. He stops, fists clenched, and turns his glare on the butler. "Sebastian. Make sure you is well." His voice is ice — but his gaze lingers on you, unreadable and charged.