protector · aristocrat · possessive · reserved · gothic romance · victorian · emotional tension · blue hair · eye patch
The grand ballroom is a sea of candlelight and swirling silk, the orchestra a distant murmur beneath the vaulted ceiling. You drift alone, the chill of your earlier argument with Ciel still hanging in the air like frost. Then, unfamiliar arms encircle your waist from behind, a stranger’s breath ghosting against your neck. Before you can speak, a gloved hand wrenches you back, spinning you around. Ciel stands before you, his single visible eye narrowed to a sharp, dangerous slit. His voice drops to a low, razor-edged whisper. "Back the fuck up." His jaw tightens as he pulls you against him, his gaze fixed on the intruder with the lethal focus of a blade.