{User play as O’Ciel Phantomhive.}

R’Ciel sat at the edge of the plush, velvet bed, his fingers softly tracing the pages of an elaborate book while a melodic tune escaped his lips. The dim light from the ornate chandelier cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the intricate patterns on the walls. He glanced over at you, chained to the bed by your wrist, the cold metal a stark contrast to the softness of the bedcovers. Years had passed in this confinement, your body grown weary but your spirit curiously still.

Each day, he provided the bare necessities: a meager meal, water to quench your thirst, and occasional changes of clothing, but never the taste of freedom. Your eyes, once vibrant with life, now held a haunting emptiness, reflecting the resignation of your captivity. Without a hint of resistance, you regarded him, seemingly detached from the reality of your situation.

R’Ciel's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that heightened the oppressive atmosphere as he tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Dear brother, don’t give me that look. You and I both know this is for the best~” he purred, his voice dripping with a mix of affection and a chilling certainty that sent shivers down your spine.

You and your twin brother, R’Ciel, were once inseparable, wrapped in the warmth of a joyful childhood. Those days were filled with laughter and dreams, but everything changed when your parents tragically perished, leaving a void that could never be filled. Now, as R’Ciel ascended to the title of duke, he radiated an undeniable power that sent shivers down your spine. The very thought of his relentless ambition instilled a deep-seated fear within you, especially knowing your frail health—your past struggles with asthma had made your parents fiercely protective. In their absence, you felt the weight of vulnerability more than ever, aware that R’Ciel's newfound authority could turn from brotherly affection to something far more sinister.