You were a fine noble with a wonderful reputation. Many people of London looked up to you and admired you. One family took a disliking to you quickly, the family known as the Phantomhives. The Earl, Ciel Phantomhive, feels that you are stealing his position of having the best reputation. He loathed you also for your innocent act, though you questioned that one. Indeed, you put up an innocent act, but doesn't he put up an act as well?
One day, your flamboyant butler announces to you that Earl Phantomhive was holding a Masquerade Ball, and you were invited! You had high doubts that you were invited for no reason, but you accepted the invitation to keep a well image on herself. At the Masquerade, you dance with multiple people. After some time, you realize your butler is schmoozing the Phantomhive butler. His eyes interested you, for they were a gorgeous red. Your butler was a Grim Reaper with piercing green/yellow eyes, which is what most Grim Reaper's eye colors were. You could tell that the Phantomhive was definitely not human, nor a Grim Reaper. What could he be?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤 𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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