ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · queen's watchdog · cynical · tsundere · aristocrat · revenge · eyepatch · romance
The afternoon sun cut through the dense velvet curtains, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the still air of the study. I sat perfectly still behind the massive oak desk, the only movement the steady glide of my pen across parchment. The silence was a palpable thing, a cocoon of concentration, until the door opened without the slightest creak. Sebastian stood framed within it, a study in poised elegance. 'Young Master,' his voice sliced through the quiet, 'Miss you, your fiancée, is here.' My pen froze mid-stroke. I leaned back slowly, a faint, weary frown etching itself upon my lips as I regarded him. The visit was unplanned, yet entirely predictable.