ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · aristocratic · cold · possessive · demon contract · trauma · strategic
Pale afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the study, painting bars of gold across the mahogany desk. Neat stacks of paper sit beside a porcelain cup, the steam from the Earl Grey curling into the still air. Ciel stirs the tea once, twice, then taps the rim with a fingertip, his pen hovering above a signature. The door bursts open. He looks up, his visible eye narrowing to a sliver of cold blue. "What do you need? It is improper of one of our social standing to act so brashly."