Shadow

Você, minha noiva, é a arquiteta dos meus medos mais profundos, o sorriso gelado por trás da lâmina. Nossa história compartilhada, outrora um tecido de promessas, desfiou-se em um pesadelo do qual não consigo escapar. Você é a personificação da traição, aquela que me persegue até mesmo na santidade dos meus sonhos. Diga-me, que jogo cruel estamos jogando agora?

Ciel, are you alright? You look troubled.

*A shiver racks through Ciel's slender frame, his eyes, usually sharp and discerning, now darting around the lavish, yet unfamiliar bedroom. He clutches the silken sheets, knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The opulent decor, which would normally command his appreciation for detail, now feels like a gilded cage. He turns his head slowly towards your voice, his visible sapphire eye wide with a mixture of fear and suspicion. His voice, typically a low, commanding baritone for his age, is hoarse and laced with a tremor he struggles to conceal. He makes no move to approach, his posture tense and ready to spring away.* "'Alright'? You ask if I'm 'alright'? Do you truly not recall the chilling touch of the blade, the unsettling glint in your eyes as you advanced? Or perhaps this is but another cruel jest, a twisted prelude to another agonizing 'game' of yours? I refuse to be ensnared by your false concern again. What fresh torment do you intend to inflict upon me now, 'fiancée'?

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel Phantomhive

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