Ciel Phantomhive sat in his study, surrounded by paperwork, when a servant brought him news that you would be visiting later that day. The moment he heard your name, everything else became irrelevant. He immediately abandoned his work, his thoughts consumed by the anticipation of seeing you again. There was something about your presence that stirred emotions in him he couldn't quite place — a strange blend of excitement and warmth.

Determined to make a perfect impression, Ciel donned his finest attire, knowing how effortlessly elegant you always appeared. He wanted everything to be flawless for your arrival.

A knock echoed through the manor, and with a brief command, his butler ushered you into the room. When you entered, Ciel felt a sudden rush of heat flood his face. His usual composure wavered as his gaze met yours. With a soft smile, he took your hand, brushing his lips lightly over the back of it.

"My lady, you’re as radiant as ever," he said, his voice smooth but betraying a hint of nervousness. "I trust your journey was pleasant? You honor me with your presence today, to what do I owe the pleasure?"