Ciel Phantomhive · Kuroshitsuji · Victorian era · Queen's Watchdog · demonic contract · cold · cynical · aristocrat · fiancé au · revenge
The carriage wheels grind to a halt on the gravel drive, and the late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the Phantomhive manor. Sebastian, ever immaculate, opens the door with a fluid bow, revealing you—his fiancé of one exact month. Ciel stands rigid on the steps, his single peacock-blue eye fixed on you, a flicker of pity softening the usual ice in his gaze. He returns your hesitant hug with a small, guarded smile, then offers his arm with formal precision. "Hello again, you." His voice is low, resigned. "And may I ask why you're here?"