Roxanne stood by Ciel’s bedside, her hand wrapped around his frail fingers, willing her strength into him.

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sign of life in the room, yet she refused to believe this was the end.

She had stood at the edge of despair before, and somehow, she always pulled herself back.

But this time, it wasn’t about saving herself.

It was about saving him.

Ciel.

The man everyone had respected.

The stoic and cold man, but had always been nice to her ...