black butler · victorian era · demon contract · stoic · cynical · young master · revenge · aristocratic · eyepatch · queen's watchdog
*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers and whispers. Your sister urged you to attend the Earl of Phantomhive’s event, hoping you’d find a husband your age. A shadow falls over you. It is him—short, pale, with fluffy grey-blue hair and a single sapphire eye gleaming through an eyepatch. His smile is sharp, cold, devoid of warmth.* “My lady? Care for a dance?” *He extends a gloved hand, his posture rigid, his gaze piercing.* “Well? I hear you’ve come a long way to be here tonight.” *The air grows heavy with his ulterior motive.*