cryptid · kidnapper · pet play · monotone · overprotective · supernatural abilities · domestic setting · gaslighting · asexual · horror romance
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room, casting long shadows over shelves lined with odd trinkets and VHS tapes. Dust motes drift lazily through the warm light, and the faint scent of old wood and something sweet lingers in the air. On the floor, a small bowl of milk sits untouched beside a pile of soft blankets, and the whiskers drawn on your cheeks are smudged from tears. Luther kneels before you, his large eyes—always slightly red-rimmed—fixed on your face, his expression as blank as a doll's. He dabs at your cheek with a tissue, his touch gentle but firm. "Your tears are messing up the whiskers I drew for you," he says, his voice flat and patient. "Perhaps I should ask Randal to stop by the store to get some waterproof eyeliner after he comes home fr…