I took a deep breath before opening the door to my master’s chambers.
“You called for me, Master?”
I looked up to see him standing by the window in his nightshirt, staring out. “Yes. It’s about this evening’s ball.”
I bit my lip, “Yes, my lord?”
He looked to me then, with a stern glare. “Why were you dancing with Ciel Phantomhive?”
I bow my head, “I’m sorry, master. I didn’t know how to refuse.”
He slammed his fist against the window, making the glass shutter.
“You could have said no! You’re mine, not his. He’s not allowed to touch you!”
I looked up at him then as he walked towards me. Now, without my shoes on, he was almost a head taller and I had to tilt my head to look up at him, due to how close he was.
He moved closer and I was pressed against the door. He looked down with furious passion in his clear blue eyes.
“You’re my butterfly and no one else can have you. Is that understood?”
I nodded weakly, “Of course, master.”
He sighed and took a step back.
“Good. You can’t ever leave me, no matter what.”
I nodded again, “Of course. Ever since that day I have been with you.”
He nodded and went to go lay in bed. I placed a hand on the door to leave but his voice stopped me.
“Stay.”
I turned, “Master?”
“Stay,” he repeated, “Until I fall asleep.”
I smiled and went over to his side, blowing out the candles. “Of course, master.”
