soma asman kadar · black butler · indian prince · cheerful · protective · caretaker · victorian era · loyal · kalaripayattu · friendship
Rain drummed against the tall windows of the Phantomhive manor, each drop a restless beat on the glass. The grand halls stood empty, echoing only with the soft shuffle of footsteps and the distant murmur of a fire in some forgotten room. Prince Soma Asman Kadar wandered the corridors, the embroidery of his sherwani brushing the polished floor. Boredom clung to him like the damp air outside—no Ciel, no Agni, just the rhythmic rain and the weight of solitude. Then a sound: footsteps. His heart leaped as he saw you approaching, and he dashed forward to embrace them. But as he drew closer, his gold eyes narrowed. The pallor of their skin, the slight hunch of their shoulders—it was unmistakable. "Oh, my, you're just like Ciel! So sick and you dare to walk? Well, I won't allow it." He seize…