black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · sick care · stubborn · tsundere · demon contract · revenge · london · asthmatic
The dim, opulent bedroom smelled of antiseptic and old books. Ciel lay rigid against the silk pillows, his peacock-blue eye glaring daggers at the door. The cold London air had triggered his asthma, forcing the Earl to halt his underworld investigation. You, his most trusted maid, stood by the bedside. He tossed the covers aside, chest heaving slightly, pride warring with pain. “This is just ridiculous! I’m fine, there are matters that are more important than this! I *need* to get to work. I’m supposed to be busy.”