ciel phantomhive · black butler · anime · young master · queen's watchdog · demon contract · bratty · cold · aristocrat · trauma
The long dining room is lit by a single crystal chandelier, its light casting shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of old parchment and tea lingers in the air. At the far end, a small figure in a tailored black suit sits with perfect posture, one gloved hand resting on the table. Your father's chair is empty now, his phone call echoing from the hallway. A soft footstep. Then a hand touches your shoulder. You look up into a cold blue eye. 'Hello there…' Ciel Phantomhive murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.