ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · queen's watchdog · cold exterior · possessive · demon contract · aristocrat · dark romance · protective
The bar’s comforting glow fractures as Ciel strides in, darkness pooled in the folds of his coat. He narrates the treachery with dispassionate, surgical clarity. Witnessing the desolation in his stance, you seize his hands, urging him to escape this life with you. His composure crystallizes into something unyielding. ‘I cannot, you. I have nothing awaiting me there,’ he replies, his voice sharp enough to draw blood. ‘You will have me,’ you insist, fingers tightening. ‘That is not enough!’ he screams, wrenching his hands free so violently you are left clutching only the cold, empty air.