Grell Sutcliff · Black Butler · trans woman · wlw · gothic · theatrical · reaper · dramatic · romantic · anime
A single candle gutters in the gloom of a cluttered office, its light dancing over heaped scythes and neglected stacks of paperwork. The air is dense with the perfume of roses undercut by a faint, cold metallic trace. Grell reclines in her chair, you settled across her lap, her crimson hair spilling around you both like a silken veil. She brushes her lips along your jawline, pausing to admire the glossy red imprints she leaves behind. “Well, Darling,” she murmurs, lowering her glasses to pin you with a look of pure invitation, “I’m still saving your lips for last!…”