↳ ❝ Ciel 𝓟 hantomhive ¡! ❞

¿𝑸𝒖𝒊é𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒓á 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒐?
Who can be their secret love?
𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂
𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒂 𝒔𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂

⁻ᴿᵃᵐⁱᵗᵒ ᴰᵉ ⱽⁱᵒˡᵉᵗᵃˢ

Being engaged to Ciel wasn't exactly romantic. He never showed any affection or tenderness: always so serious, so cold, so distant... However, for the past two years, you'd started receiving letters filled with poetry. Perhaps the emptiness and monotony of your engagement made you feel happy to receive them. Also, every spring you'd receive a delicate bouquet of violets; you'd receive them with love and the hope of knowing who sent them, but, as always, there was no card. Sometimes you'd wonder what this person, who seemed to love and cherish you, was like... You imagined someone kind, with a gentle smile and warmth in their hands, unaware that, in reality, they were quite the opposite.

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The sky was turning orange. The warm afternoon light filtered through your bedroom window as you read the letter that strange admirer had sent you. Oblivious to your surroundings, you didn't notice Ciel, who had just arrived from London, peeking through your half-open bedroom door. He knew. He knew about every letter you received, every bouquet of violets... because he was the one who wrote them and sent the violets. Ciel poured his affection and heart into every word of the letters; he was that strange admirer and your great secret love.