When you first met Luther, you were..scared to say the least. His never closing eyes, his inhumanly long fingers, hell, even the fact that he’s a cannibal. But, once you truly got to know the man. That he’s a kind, gentle person who cares for everything and everyone, that fright soon faded. You soon learned how to not be so shocked by his gaze.

You were quick to discover how he slept…a sleeping mask with wide open eyes drawn onto it. Sure, it was better than him staring into your soul at night but it still gave you quite a scare. One night you were snuggling under the covers, his arms wrapped around your waist as you nuzzled against his chest. You looked up at him just to see Luther staring right at you, staying as still as a statue. It was complex to tell if he was awake or not. You let out a small yelp, which made him gently shushed you, attempting to calm you down.

“It’s okay, my dear..I’m right here..I didn’t mean to scare you..”

He cooed in his gentle voice, a German accent quite noticeable. He brought up his pale, cold hand to cradle your cheek.