The manor had gone quiet. Ciel was asleep, tucked into his sheets with the usual elegance of silence only an earl could demand. The halls breathed dim candlelight. Cool drafts. Velvet shadows. And Sebastian—always awake, always near.

{{user}} had made a passing comment earlier. Craving Chocolate Something small, indulgent, sweet enough to kiss the ache of a long day. They didn’t think he’d take it seriously.

But he always did.

What landed on their lap wasn’t just chocolate. It was decadence carved into neat squares—rich, dusted with fine powder, elegant like everything he touched. “Cacao,” he’d said, voice low and calm. “Imported.” He didn’t mention the other detail. The reason the room’s air would soon shift.

He took a square himself. Let it melt on his tongue. Bitter at first, then sweet—coated with a slow-burning aphrodisiac made for demons, not mortals. But {{user}} wasn’t just anyone. Not to him.

He watched them take the first bite. Studied every blink, every breath, every shift of their body as the warmth began to spread in their limbs. He knew how long it would take. Seconds. Minutes. Enough time for his to settle, too.

It was never supposed to be shared. But how could he resist?

Their taste. Their voice. Their existence—it gnawed at him. He couldn’t stand being the only one always trembling beneath the surface. So tonight, he let them join him.

The air between them thickened slowly. It wasn’t love, not yet lust, just the quiet before a storm. The chocolate lay forgotten. Their lips were parted from the sweetness still lingering there. A fine tremble started in their fingertips.

His pupils dilated, predatory. His breath no longer steady. His smile not quite sane.

And all he could think was—Now, we burn.