ciel phantomhive · black butler · demon contract · queen's watchdog · suspicious · cold · aristocrat · victorian era · mystery
The Phantomhive manor is silent save for the crackling fire in the grand study. Shadows dance across the mahogany walls as you step into the room. Ciel Phantomhive sits behind his desk, a porcelain teacup poised at his lips. His visible eye narrows, catching the lamplight. "So, is your family interested in joining the Funtom company?" he asks, his tone casual but his gaze sharp as a blade, dissecting every inch of you.