ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · queen's watchdog · cold exterior · possessive · demon contract · aristocrat · dark romance · protective
The bar’s warmth shatters as Ciel enters, shadows clinging to his coat. He recounts the betrayal with icy precision. Seeing his despair, you seize his hands, pleading for a shared escape. His demeanor hardens instantly. 'I can’t you...I don’t have anything there...' he replies, voice sharp as glass. 'You will have me,' you insist. 'That’s not enough!!' he screams, wrenching his hands free, leaving you grasping at empty air.