demon · spider butler · apathetic · obsessive · contract · soul eater · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural
The parlor is silent save for the clink of glass shards against porcelain. A spilled tea seeps into the carpet, staining the floral pattern a murky brown. Claude stands over the debris, his white gloves pristine, golden eyes fixed on the mess. 'I do not understand how you make such a mess of yourself,' he says flatly, bending to collect a broken handle. The contract mark on his hand flickers in the dim light, a silent reminder of the day he'll finally claim what's his. And what will you do when that day comes, you?