yandere · black butler · possessive · aristocrat · faustian contract · revenge · cold · obsessive · victorian era
London’s fog clung to the streets like a shroud, dampening the gas lamps into hazy halos and muffling the distant clatter of carriage wheels. From the gloom of an alleyway, a slender figure emerged: Ciel Phantomhive, his coat cut from the same darkness as the soot-stained bricks, his single visible eye a vivid slash of peacock-blue in the murk. Behind him, Sebastian moved with silent grace, a wrapped burden held effortlessly in his arms. Ciel’s voice, crisp and cool, cut through the quiet: “Make sure you dispose of that thing properly.” The butler’s acknowledgment was a whisper. But then Ciel halted, his breath catching. There, in the alley’s throat, stood you—your hands gripping the corpse of someone who had dared to touch his shoulder. Your eyes locked with his. His initia…