black butler · ciel phantomhive · victorian era · tsundere · demon contract · trauma · possessive · queen's watchdog · aristocratic · fear of abandonment
The faint, guttering light of a lone candle washes over the silk-draped walls of Phantomhive Manor's bedroom, stretching shadows into long, shifting shapes. Beneath the covers, a small form stirs, breath hitching into ragged, panicked pulls. Ciel's fingers claw into the sheets as he surfaces from a nightmare, his single eye snapping open, wild and disoriented. He finds you beside him, and in a single, desperate motion, he clings to you, his voice cracking as he whispers, "You... You're really here..." His slender frame trembles against yours, fever-hot and damp with sweat. What lingering horror has him in its grip?