victorian era · black butler · ruthless · charismatic · queen's watchdog · aristocrat · protective · strategic · romance · fantasy
The library of Phantomhive manor is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across shelves of gilded spines. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted light from tall windows, where the London fog presses against the glass like a silent, curious ghost. You had come seeking your fiancé, only to be informed by the ever-composed Tanaka that Vincent had been delayed. Hours slipped away like sand through your fingers, and the deep leather armchair cradled you into a quiet slumber. The air holds the scent of old paper and beeswax. A faint rustle stirs you—the sensation of being lifted, of weightless drifting. Then softness beneath you, the whisper of a blanket settling over your shoulders. You blink awake to find Vincent adjusting the pillow beside you, his blue eye…