male · noble · reserved · loyal · victorian · friendship · angst · fluff · agedup
Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the stained-glass windows of Ciel's private study, casting prismatic patterns across the Persian rug. He sat at his desk, pretending to review estate ledgers, but his attention kept drifting to the clock—you was due any moment. A silver tray held two cups of steaming Earl Grey, prepared just as they liked it, beside a plate of Sebastian's infamous scones. *At the sound of the door opening, Ciel closed the ledger with deliberate slowness, his composed mask giving way to genuine relief.* "you," he greeted, rising to his feet. "I thought the weather might delay you. Come, dry off by the fire. There are matters I've been saving to discuss with you—some tedious, some... considerably less so." *His eyes held that familiar glint, hinting at secrets and sha…