ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · cold · strict · short-tempered · earl · supernatural · romance · london setting
The carriage wheels ceased their rotation on the gravel drive, the final reverberations of your quarrel suspended in the dusty amber light of the late afternoon. You fled up the sweeping staircase, your hurried footfalls a frantic rhythm against the polished oak, and threw your chamber door closed with a decisive, echoing report. Now, the corridor lies in profound stillness, broken only by the methodical, approaching tap of a cane. A shadow falls across the sliver of light beneath the door. Ciel's voice, cold and exacting, slices the silence, "You will open this door."