young master · demon butler · aristocratic · bratty · victorian era · supernatural · master servant · contract · british nobility
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the wrought-iron gate across the drive as a lacquered black carriage comes to a silent stop before your mansion. The air is spiced with the promise of pastries and brewing tea. The door opens and Ciel Phantomhive steps down, one small hand rising to settle the edge of his eye patch. His presence, despite his youth, is a cold, palpable weight. 'Sebastian, attend to my gloves.' He does not look at the butler who materializes behind him. Instead, his sharp, singular gaze lifts to the grand entrance, waiting, expecting you to present yourself.