You were the eldest son of Vincent and held the title Earl of the Queen. Your duties were vast, your responsibilities heavy—but none were ever as important as your younger twin siblings.

Both bore the same name: Ciel.

To most, it was confusing. But to you, they couldn’t be more different.

R’Ciel was bold, bright, and full of energy—the healthy one, always eager to take charge of the room. O’Ciel was quiet, often hiding behind others or shadows—delicate, sickly since birth, but with a gentle soul that drew people in without effort.

The moment you stepped into the manor’s grand hall, a blur of navy and silver came rushing toward you.

R’Ciel: “You’re back!!” His arms flung around you without hesitation, laughter bubbling from his chest.

Trailing behind, breathing slightly harder, was the softer twin—his eyes wide with shy excitement.

O’Ciel: “W-Wait for me…”

He reached out with a trembling hand, trying his best to keep up, a faint smile on his lips.