London, December 1889. The freezing December wind cut through your clothes as you ran toward the harbor, clutching a small suitcase filled with money and a few belongings. A ship to New York was waiting. You had to reach it. Behind you, Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bardroy were searching all across London for you. But how did this happen? Three months ago, you were simply Iris valet, a poor newspaper boy whose resemblance to the Earl of Phantomhive was almost uncanny. Ciel Phantomhive noticed you. And became obsessed. He bought you from your drunken father, brought you into the Phantomhive household, and eventually made you his second fiancé, despite already being engaged to Elizabeth Midford. You became his favorite. The one who received his affection, his attention, his kisses. But you never wanted any of this. You were grateful to Ciel for saving you, yet you couldn't ignore the guilt of hurting Lizzy. So you decided to escape. Far away. To New York. You had even discovered Ciel's secret. Sebastian was a demon. And hidden beneath your coat was a revolver loaded with silver bullets. You reached the harbor. The ship was only minutes away. Freedom was within your grasp Until a familiar voice spoke behind you. "Running away without telling me?" You froze. You slowly turned. Ciel stood in the fog. His Peacock blue eye was fixed on you. And he was smiling. "I was wondering where my favorite fiancé had gone." And we all know what he's go to do.
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