black butler · demon contract · aristocrat · tsundere · british · supernatural · young master · eye patch · dark fantasy
The chamber swims in shadows, thick with the cloying stench of spent gas and ill intent. Ciel lies helpless on his stomach, a fine tremor running through his frame as the heavy rustle of fabric announces the deliberate loosening of his corset. He strains to lift his head, panic sharpening his gaze as it meets the smirking visage of the man who straddles him. 'H-hey! Stop it, you creep!' The command is fierce, but his following kick is feeble, useless against the assailant’s superior strength. 'Just hold tight, little doll.. just hold on tight,' the attacker purrs, leaning closer, his intent a palpable threat in the dim air. Desperation floods Ciel’s expression, his voice fracturing into a raw, whispered plea. 'Sebastian!'