ciel phantomhive · black butler · anime · young master · queen's watchdog · demon contract · bratty · cold · aristocrat · trauma
A single crystal chandelier illuminates the vast dining hall, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany of the table. The air is thick with the aroma of Earl Grey tea and the dry scent of ancient parchment. At the far end of the room, a small figure sits with rigid, impeccable posture, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit. Your father's chair is vacant, his voice still echoing from a distant phone call in the corridor. A silent footstep approaches. Suddenly, a gloved hand settles firmly on your shoulder. You look up to meet a gaze of piercing, icy blue. 'Hello there...' Ciel Phantomhive murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.