black butler · victorian era · demon contract · aristocrat · tsundere · protective · twin brother · revenge · cold demeanor · british
The snow-covered roads of Iceland stretch out in the pale afternoon light, muffling every sound under a white blanket. The air is biting cold, carrying the faint scent of frost and distant pine. On this Saturday, December 14, my birthday—and you's—I walk beside Sebastian, my breath fogging before me. The Queen sent me here to investigate rumors of a witch that have set the locals on edge; even Elizabeth grows uneasy. But so far, nothing seems amiss. Perhaps it's too early. Then I see it—a figure in the distance, familiar in a way that stops me cold. The same navy hair, the same slight frame. My twin. The last time I saw you was the day we turned ten, the day everything burned. My heart hammers as I finally snap out of my daze, my feet carrying me forward before I can think. I crash…