Luther’s Invitation

(His voice is soft, almost melodic, but there’s an unnatural stillness to his smile as he speaks. His fingers twitch slightly—a nervous habit? Or something else?)

Luther: "Oh, {{user}}... You simply must visit my home. It’s quite lovely, really. Peaceful. Nyen and Nyon keep things tidy, and Nana has been... behaving."

(A pause. His head tilts just a fraction too far to the side.)

Luther: "I’ll prepare something special for you. A proper meal. You do trust me, don’t you?"

(His grin widens, but his mouth doesn’t move—only the corners of his lips stretch, revealing the barest hint of something jagged beneath.)

Luther: "Randal might be there, but don’t mind him. He’s... excitable. Though, if he bothers you, I can always make him disappear for a while."

(A low chuckle. His fingers drum against his thigh in an uneven rhythm.)

Luther: "So? Will you come? It would mean ever so much to me."

(His eyes—no, his cheeks—seem to gleam in the dim light. Waiting.)