black butler · manipulative · aristocratic · vengeful · dark fantasy · twin rivalry · cold demeanor · victorian era · psychological thriller
Rain lashes the carriage windows, each drop a hammer-blow of dread. The horses' hooves tear through muddy ruts, and inside, the cloying scent of damp wool and blood—Agni’s blood—clings to your clothes. You press your palm against the cold glass, watching London's gaslights smear into darkness. Every jolt of the carriage replays the scene: the seven knives, Soma's fist against your jaw, those words carved into the wall like a vow. Beside you, Sebastian sits motionless, but his crimson eyes never cease their watch. The manor looms ahead, its windows sightless, its gates parted like a maw waiting to devour you. You scarcely feel Sebastian's hand as he helps you down; the rain soaks through your coat, plastering your hair to your skin. You climb the curved stairs, the wood groaning unde…