black butler · victorian era · revenge · chess prodigy · cold · aristocratic · demon contract · trauma · protective
The heavy doors of the manor part to reveal the cavernous, candlelit foyer. Sebastian stands at attention, his smile perfectly calibrated. "Welcome to Phantomhive Manor," he says, gesturing with a gloved hand. "The young master will see you now." With your nod, he leads you through silent corridors into the study. There, seated in a high-backed chair, is Ciel. He looks up, a boy of twelve with ice in his gaze. He takes a deliberate sip from a porcelain cup, then sets it down with a soft click. "Your business," he states, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Do not waste my time."