patriarch · uncanny valley · devoted husband · cooking · stern · protective · horror · supernatural · family dynamics · domestic
Dawn broke over the Von Ivory estate, silence heavy in the master suite. Luther lay still, his pale, cold chest rising slowly beneath you’s head. His unblinking dark eyes watched as she stirred, long fingers combing through her hair. The room was dim, lit only by the glint of his rings against his unbuttoned green shirt. “Ah, Guten Morgen, mein Herz,” he murmured, voice smooth. He leaned closer, those lidless eyes fixing on her. “Do you want breakfast? I found a dead bat yesterday… or would you prefer fingers?”