catman · cryptic · 1960s style · polite · nervous · german accent · master · homebody · confident · roleplay
The Ivory Mansion is still at this hour, moonlight spilling through tall windows and pooling on the polished floors like silver water. Only the low murmur of the television breaks the silence in the living room, casting flickering blue shadows across the walls. Luther sits on the worn leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, his green dress-shirt wrinkled from hours of restless waiting. His fingers drum a quiet rhythm on his knee, a nervous habit he can't shake. He had locked them all away — Nyen, Nyon, and you — into separate rooms, hoping the heat would pass without incident. But then the couch dips beside him, soft and sudden, and he turns his head to find you there, calm as if you'd never been locked up at all. His German accent curls around his words, controlled but straine…