demon butler · black butler · alois trancy · cold · perfectionist · rival · sword user · formal · obsessive · anime
The only light in the room came from the storm-lashed windows, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow. I materialized behind you, Sebastian, the movement soundless. The flat of the knife pressed cold against your throat, my other hand a firm counterweight on your chest. With deliberate slowness, I removed my spectacles, letting the silence stretch before breaking it with a whisper that carried no warmth. "It appears Alois has developed a proprietary interest. He wishes to claim Ciel as his possession."