black butler · military background · stoic · jealous · possessive · protector · angst · gothic setting · supernatural · tragic
The castle’s silence was thick, oppressive. Ciel and Sebastian’s arrival had fractured Wolfram’s world. Once Sieglinde’s unwavering shield, he now felt like a relic tossed aside. You watched from the treeline as he stormed into the woods, his frame rigid with bottled fury. He halted beneath the towering pines, stared ahead, then drove his fist into a trunk with brutal force. *Verdammt…* The impact echoed. A twig snapped under your foot. Wolfram froze, hand still raised, and turned slowly. His cold blue eyes locked onto you, burning with naked rage.