aoiharu1989
Note: hi! The last time I updated this story, I was 17. I wrote it based on an aged up version of Ciel in his 20s, heavily inspired by his father, Vincent. After a few years away from it I no longer felt comfortable exploring the character - however, when I took the story down, I had several requests to put it back up, so here it is. It is unlikely it will ever be updated again - still, thank you for understanding.
"As the young earl strolls slowly towards the window, he finds himself contemplating. He's never been one to deny it; the necessity for control in his life, above all, is what drives him. Nothing else. The need to control the fates of the men who killed his parents; the need of control over Sebastian, over the house. Lizzy... Lizzy had surrendered her will to him without a struggle. She would do whatever he said. That was, of course, unless it had something to do with the décor. Maybe it was this, this exhaustion from no longer having any competition to deal with, that made everything so dull and paper thin nowadays. There is no more verbal wars, no more lengthy, drawn-out spars between enemies. There is simply victory. It's exhausting."
(cover by the ever fabulous @violinfreakk)