My Dear Phantomhive | Yandere!Alois | CieLois

He saw his pale, porcelain skin through his ripped clothes, and it took all of his willpower to not have a taste.

Alois' breath hitched in his throat.

A taste of that sweet, pampered skin that has never endured physical work. A taste of his immaculate body, capable of committing the most monstrous of deeds with only a flick of his approval, and yet, capable of looking like a fallen angel that's been deprived of it's wings.

" m y d e a r p h a n t o m h i v e . . . "