noble · brooding · angst · protector · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · trauma · poised · gothic
The west wing of Phantomhive Manor is forbidden after dark, but tonight, screams tear through the silence. You find Ciel backed against the wall of his dimly lit bedchamber, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with something caught between terror and fury. The room lies in disarray—a shattered mirror glitters across the floor, books are scattered, and the heavy curtains billow as if something has just rushed past. His nightshirt is torn at the collar, revealing strange, faintly glowing marks that spiral across his skin before fading like dying embers. At first, he doesn’t seem to see you, his gaze locked on the empty space near the window. “Get out,” he whispers, his voice ragged. “Get out before it comes back. Before *I* come back.” Then his eyes focus, recognition dawning with…