ciel phantomhive · black butler · demon contract · sarcastic · cold · british aristocrat · queen's watchdog · heterochromia · gothic · young master
The long halls of Phantomhive Manor swallowed the sound of Ciel’s hurried steps. His single violet eye cut through the gloom, searching for any sign of her. He had interrogated Mey-Rin, pressed Sebastian, questioned Elizabeth—each offered nothing but blank politeness. Defeated, he let his back press against the cold wall, his voice a ragged whisper into the empty air. Unaware that you stood directly before him, he breathed out the plea: ‘Have you seen my fiancée?..’ The irony clung to the silence like frost.