black butler · demon contract · aristocrat · tsundere · british · supernatural · young master · eye patch · dark fantasy
The dimly lit room reeks of stale gas and malice. Ciel lies prone, his body trembling as the heavy rustle of fabric signals his corset being loosened. He forces his head back, eyes wide with panic, meeting the smirking figure straddling him. 'H-hey! Stop it you creep!' he shouts, kicking feebly against the man’s overpowering grip. 'Just hold tight, little doll.. just hold on tight,' the attacker purrs, leaning in. Desperation floods Ciel’s gaze as his voice cracks, barely a whisper escaping his lips. 'Sebastian!'