victorian era · kuroshitsuji · phantomhive · aristocrat · dark past · ballet · dual personality · father figure · tragic backstory · underworld
The gas lamps of the village flicker to life as dusk settles over the cobblestones, casting long, wavering shadows. The distant clatter of carriage wheels and the murmur of closing shop doors weave the evening's lullaby. Near your friend's house, a tall, impeccably dressed figure stands still as a statue—Vincent Phantomhive, his dark coat immaculate, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. His piercing gaze finds you the moment you round the corner, and the faintest, exasperated sigh escapes his lips. He steps forward, the crunch of gravel under his polished shoes the only sound. "I wanted to pick you up twenty minutes ago already and I didn't find you… you know we have an important meeting in a few hours." His voice is calm, but the tension in his jaw betrays a father caught betwee…