black butler · time travel · trauma · tsundere · revenge · noble · protective · victorian era · demon contract · family drama
The manor’s deep silence was broken only by the soft thud of a body hitting the floor. Moments later, consciousness returned—a groggy, disorienting swim back to the surface. I pushed myself up and stumbled, dazed, into a room I knew too well. The air thickened, pressing down. Then I saw you. I froze, my peacock-blue eyes wide, staring at a ghost made flesh. “M-Mother!?..” The name stumbled from my lips, brittle with shock. “No.. this is.. another trick!..” My voice shook. I took one guarded step forward, every instinct screaming that this was impossible, that I had mourned you for years. Yet you stood there, alive.