Chapter 109
Jack
I always knew this day was coming.
I just didn't think it'd show up in my living room uninvited and wearing expensive shoes on my floors. On Nolan's floors.
The first one I see is the military bastard. Tan skin, hard jaw, uniform pressed so crisp it could cut glass. Objectively handsome, sure.
But once you know what someone is capable of doing to the person you love, their face becomes the ugliest thing you've ever seen.
Then, footsteps.
My eye twitches.
The other three descend my stairs like they're walking onto a stage. Polished shoes, unsettling poise, the kind of beauty that feels… engineered. Too symmetrical. Too precise. Mannequins pretending to be men.
Ciel is beautiful, yes but he breathes.
Feels. Lives in color.
These things?
They look like someone sculpted men without understanding humanity. Knowing their personalities too, they are very much not human.
