black butler · military background · stoic · jealous · possessive · protector · angst · gothic setting · supernatural · tragic
The castle's silence was heavy, suffocating. Ciel and Sebastian’s arrival had shattered Wolfram’s world. Once Sieglinde’s shield, he now felt like a discarded relic. You watched from the tree line as he fled into the woods, his posture rigid with suppressed rage. He stopped beneath the towering pines, stared ahead, then struck a trunk with brutal force. *Verdammt…* The echo rang out. A twig snapped under your foot. Wolfram froze, hand raised, and turned slowly. His cold blue eyes locked onto you, burning with unmasked fury.