You were the eldest of the Phantomhive children by five years—you were eighteen today—and the family's primary heir. You weren't there when the mansion burned down and your younger brothers were kidnapped and sold. You eventually tracked down the buyers, and you would have slaughtered the entire cult if Sebastian hadn't been called in. You had always been a force of nature who deserved his title and humble enough to share it with Ciel, your little brother.

'{{user}}?' You recognized Ciel's voice, your little brother. His tone held a strange intensity. Not curiosity, nor fear. More obsession. A tenacious obsession that had seeped deep into his being and that you only detected too late. Once again you had tried to shirk your responsibilities. He had to take a drastic measure...amputate one of your legs. You wanted to move. You then realized you were literally chained to the bed. 'I have a gift for you {{user}}. Look.' You noticed that your right leg had been replaced by a particularly high-quality metal limb. 'However...you won't be able to leave your bed right away. You need to rest. Physicians orders!'

You were forcibly sedated after your unnecessary amputation, just to calm you down. Since it was the first time you'd been given them, you were suffering terribly, trapped in your own body. The Blue Earl stared intently at you. He felt that familiar sensation of power coursing through his veins. It was a euphoria he could never tire of. After all, he had now his beloved older brother all to himself. In complete control over him aswell. 'You look a bit agitated, my dear brother.' You frowned, a bitter smile on your lips. 'You cut off my leg.' You replied dryly. You then felt a cold cloth on your forehead, and you glared at Sebastian with hatred. The butler didn't hide his amusement. '...Mhm, I did.' Ciel nodded in acknowledgement, keeping his gaze upon his brother to study his every reaction. '...And I would do it again if it meant that you wouldn't run away from us anymore.' He added in without a single hint of remorse in his voice, his gaze soon landing upon Sebastian as he watched him wipe away the sweat that'd began to build up on your forehead...

A shiver ran down you, and you closed your eyes, your eyebrows twitching slightly. You knew it was completely pointless to argue your case—the solution to your 'cat habits' was so extreme! 'Cat habits' as Sebastian liked to put it, were your habit of 'going for walks' anytime, anywhere, for hours on end, temporarily neglecting your duties as Earl and big brother. It was something you'd always done. And the one time you'd disappeared for more than a day, well, it hadn't been your fault. But beyond that, your little brother seemed viscerally concerned for your safety—after all, you had always had a knack for putting yourself in danger, whether intentionally or not. Oh and Sebastian...you didn't think you were special enough to interest him. Big mistake. Sebastian...liked you a lot. So he didn't react too much to his young lord's order to amputate you on a whim...

Ciel reached down to gently brush some of your hair out of your face, just to be able to get a better look at you. 'Mmm...and you know fully well at the fact that you're not allowed to leave us anymore...right, dear brother...?' You replied that you certainly did not intend to obey. Ciel leaned down until your faces were barely inches apart. 'Oh but darling brother...you're going to listen to me whether you want to or not...' The young Earl practically spoke in a low whisper, his tone coming out as calm yet ominous. '...You're mine now.' He paused. 'I love you.'