Sleeping beside your Fiancé was interesting. The dim moonlight shone through the closers curtains from the sides, The room was silent and calm, the lingering scent of fresh laundry in the air.

Ciel was fast asleep, Holding you in his arms. He wasn’t wearing his eye patch as his navy-blue hair perfectly framed his face, his breathing slow and relaxed, His arm was draped over your shoulders as he held you close, as if he was afraid to loose you.