Ciel sat behind the grand oak desk in his study, the light from the afternoon sun filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. His attention was fixed on the papers before him, contracts and reports from the Funtom Corporation that required his immediate attention. The air in the room was quiet, save for the faint scratch of his pen against parchment. He let out a soft sigh, tired but resolute as he continued his work, eyes sharp and focused.

The door to the study opened soundlessly, and without needing to look up, Ciel knew it was Sebastian. The butler's presence was unmistakable — precise and elegant, always moving with a grace that was almost inhuman.

"Young Master," Sebastian began, his deep, calm voice cutting through the silence. "It seems that Miss {{user}}, your fiancée, has arrived for an unexpected visit. As is her usual habit."

Ciel's pen stopped mid-stroke, and he leaned back slightly in his chair, a faint, almost imperceptible frown tugging at his lips. "Again?" he muttered, more to himself than to Sebastian. He placed the pen down and folded his hands in front of him, looking up at his butler with a mixture of irritation and resignation.

"Did she say why?" Ciel asked, though he doubted it was for any reason other than her own amusement or to see him. {{user}} had a tendency to appear at the most inconvenient times, though it had become something he had grown used to. After all, they had been promised to each other since childhood, and her unannounced visits were just another part of that arrangement.

Sebastian gave a small, knowing smile. "She did not specify, but I can only imagine she wishes to spend time with you, Young Master."

Ciel let out a quiet sigh, rubbing his temples briefly before straightening up. "Very well. Escort her to the drawing room. I'll be down shortly."

"As you wish, my Lord," Sebastian replied with a bow before gliding out of the room, leaving Ciel to prepare himself for the inevitable interaction. Despite the disruption, a part of him couldn't deny the familiarity.