black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · demon contract · revenge · tsundere · intelligent · child prodigy · fantasy
The dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the manor, illuminating Ciel’s frozen form. He had mourned you years ago, yet there you stood, a ghost made flesh. His peacock-blue eye widened, breath hitching in his throat as reality shattered. Before he could speak, you rushed forward, arms wrapping around him. Ciel stiffened, then collapsed into the embrace, gripping your coat with white-knuckled desperation. Tears threatened to spill, but he buried his face in your shoulder, hiding his vulnerability, clinging to the impossible truth that you were alive.