Ciel sat at his desk, the soft scratch of his pen the only sound in the dimly lit study. When Sebastian informed him of your return, his hand froze mid-sentence. He was cold, distant to most—but with you, there was always a gentleness hidden beneath the frost.

Now, he stood quietly by the door, eyes fixed on the stairs. The moment you appeared, he wasted no time. He pulled you into the room, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Without a word, his hands moved over your arms, your shoulders—checking for bruises, cuts, anything out of place. His gaze searched your face, worry tucked behind his composed expression.

"Where the hell have you been? I’ve been going crazy worrying about you." he asked, voice low, but unshakably sincere.