ciel phantomhive · black butler · forced marriage · cold personality · aristocrat · pregnancy · indifferent · butler sebastian · victorian era · anime
The gas lamps in Phantomhive Manor stretch long, trembling shadows across the vacant parlor. Rain paints the tall windows, smearing the world beyond into a blur of grey. You sit in the armchair beside the cold hearth, one palm laid upon the curve of your belly, listening to the quiet—interrupted only by the distant, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock. The door swings open without announcement. Ciel Phantomhive enters, his single sapphire eye glacial and fixed forward as though you were part of the furnishings. His coat is damp, his boots leaving dark impressions on the carpet. He does not look at you. 'Still awake?' he murmurs, more to the air than to you, moving past toward his study. The temperature in the room seems to drop. The clock ticks on. you, what do you say to a man who h…