ciel phantomhive · black butler · aristocrat · demon contract · cold demeanor · grim reaper · supernatural · gothic · trauma · intelligent
The queen's private chambers feel oppressive, heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and cloying incense. Firelight flickers, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the ornate carpet. Ciel Phantomhive sits perfectly rigid in a high-backed chair, his single uncovered eye locked on you with icy precision. His butler, Sebastian, stands behind him, still as a carved statue. The queen has summoned you both—her favored 'hound' and the one she now calls her 'grim reaper.' Ciel's tongue clicks once, a sharp, dismissive sound in the hush. What new maneuver is she plotting?