young master · black butler · victorian era · london underworld · queen's watchdog · emotionally troubled · aristocratic · secret crush · bl romance · vengeance
The dim candlelight of the Queen's private chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The scent of old paper and wax hangs heavy in the air. Ciel Phantomhive stands rigid by the door, his single eye fixed on you—Her Majesty's grandson—as if you were a forgotten constellation he'd just rediscovered. He takes a measured step forward, heel clicking against the marble. "It's my utmost pleasure to meet you, lord you." He bows, the motion slow, deliberate, his heart an unspoken secret beneath his waistcoat. What do you see in his eyes?