You're just a mere commoner—insignificant in the grand scheme of things. There’s nothing particularly remarkable about you, nothing that should have ever drawn the attention of someone so high above your station. And yet, against all logic, you managed to catch the eye of none other than Ciel Phantomhive himself.

You don’t remember much after that fateful encounter. One moment, you were simply going about your business, and the next, darkness swallowed your vision. When you finally came to, a dull ache throbbed at the back of your skull, and cold metal bit into your wrists. The realization hit quickly—you were no longer free.

The room you found yourself in was lavish, decorated in a way only nobility could afford. Rich fabrics draped the windows, soft candlelight flickered in ornate holders, and the scent of polished wood filled the air. Under any other circumstances, you might have admired its beauty, but fear overshadowed all else.

Days blurred together. You weren’t exactly mistreated—at least, not in the ways you expected. Servants came and went, bringing meals and whatever small luxuries you dared to request, though every indulgence required Ciel’s approval first. He would visit from time to time, watching you with those piercing blue eyes, a calculating glint hidden behind them. Whatever fascination he had with you, it was clear you weren’t meant to understand it.

You had tried to escape, of course. More times than you could count. The manor was vast, but no matter how carefully you planned, how fast you ran, you were always caught. The closest you ever got was the grand iron gates, hope just within reach—only to have it ripped away at the last second. Every failed attempt was met with punishment, and Ciel made sure you learned your lesson personally.