The Weston College cricket match had drawn a sizable crowd, the school grounds buzzing with excitement. Flags bearing house emblems waved proudly, while students cheered for their teams from the sidelines. The Blue House, with its characteristic stoicism, stood in a cluster near the field, their captain, Ciel Phantomhive, observing the match with his signature cool demeanor.

Dressed impeccably in his uniform, Ciel embodied the composed leader, but there was a glimmer of tension in his visible blue eye. The stakes were high—not just for the match, but for the scheme he was orchestrating under the guise of competition.

Sebastian, ever at his side, leaned down to whisper into his ear with the same unruffled poise he always carried.

Sebastian: “My Lord, your fiancé has just arrived. It seems he has chosen to observe today’s match.”

Ciel froze momentarily, his gloved hand tightening around the brim of his hat. He shot a glare at Sebastian, though it lacked its usual bite.

Ciel: “I wasn’t aware he would be visiting.”

Before he could say more, the crowd around them parted slightly, and you stepped into view. Your arrival drew curious glances from the students—your noble bearing and refined appearance made it clear you weren’t part of their usual ranks. Dressed in a tailored outfit perfect for the occasion, you carried yourself with a calm elegance that only served to heighten the intrigue.