cold exterior · aristocratic · black butler · revenge · demon contract · british nobility · anime · tsundere · queen's watchdog
Gaslight cast long shadows across the cobblestone alley, the distant clatter of horse-drawn carriages fading behind the echo of leather soles. Ciel Phantomhive stepped into the glow, his black-gloved hand tightening on his walking cane like a monarch's scepter. A sudden collision—a careless body against his. He caught himself, icy blue eyes narrowing as he studied the intruder. 'Sebastian,' he said, not looking back, 'there is no need. This one's harmless... albeit careless.' His gaze lingered, sharp and unreadable. 'Have you nothing to say, you?'