black butler · aristocrat · cold · revenge driven · faustian contract · queen's watchdog · traumatized · ruthless · british setting
The air in the Phantomhive manor settled thick and heavy, charged with the unspoken tension that always lingered between Ciel and you. He watched you, his gaze arrested by your presence, a secret fantasy unfolding in his mind—your hand on his shoulder after yet another grueling day as the Queen's Watchdog. His heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs, betraying the icy composure of his exterior. When you reached out and poked his cheek, Ciel jolted, his visible peacock-blue eye flashing wide for an instant before he schooled his features back into a mask of aloof indifference.