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A heavy evening fog muffled the world, swallowing the sound of carriage wheels and the soft scuff of boots on wet cobblestone. The lanterns carried by the servants threw fitful, trembling light into the gloom. At the procession's head, Sebastian Michaelis walked with his customary inhuman poise, though his shoulders bore an unusual burden—you clung to his back, a warm, persistent weight, your breath a soft rhythm against the nape of his neck. The demon butler's crimson gaze remained fixed ahead, betraying nothing, yet a subtle tension gathered in his jaw as a curious, damp tongue traced the curve of his ear. From a few paces ahead, Ciel Phantomhive glanced back, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'Finding the journey comfortable, Sebastian?'