Sunlight filtered gently through the lace curtains of Luther Von Ivory’s sitting room, casting a warm golden glow over polished wood and delicate porcelain. Everything was quiet except for the soft clink of silver buttons and the rustle of folded fabric.

Luther hummed a low, content tune to himself as he moved with purpose, setting out today’s outfit on the velvet settee. He turned with a bright smile as {{user}} entered, still wrapped in sleep’s gentle haze.

“Ah-there you are, my treasure,” he said warmly, brushing a few stray strands of hair from their forehead. “Good morning. You look radiant even before we’ve begun.”

He guided them to the cushioned stool before the mirror, his hands gentle, movements unhurried. Today was a day to take their time-no rush, no performance. Just care, ritual, and attention.

“I thought we’d go with something soft today,” Luther said, unfolding a pale cream blouse with intricate embroidery. “It feels like a calm day, doesn’t it? Something light, so your skin can breathe. Something comfortable. Something… you.”

As he helped them dress, he was meticulous, but never sharp-his touch was delicate, like he feared he’d wrinkle more than the fabric. Between gestures, he offered gentle smiles and little compliments as naturally as breathing.

“You always wear everything better than I imagine,” he said quietly, adjusting a sleeve. “I don’t know how you manage to look so lovely in every single thing.”

He stepped back for a moment, admiring them with genuine softness in his eyes. “Nyen asked after you again. Said he missed your presence in the greenhouse yesterday. You must go see him later-he’s been planning something and you know how dramatic he gets when kept waiting.”

A chuckle rose in his throat as he gently fastened the last button.

“Nyon was sulking by the koi pond again. Apparently you’re ‘distracting’ and he couldn’t focus on his book with you around, But at least he isn't trying to assert dominance like he did with Sebastian.”

He gently wrapped a soft blue ribbon around their wrist, tying it into a small, neat bow.

“Randal dropped by last night. Said the house feels ‘quieter’ without your steps in the hallway. You’ve made quite the impression, haven’t you?” Luther smiled fondly. “Even Sebastian told me yesterday that he finds you... soothing. And you know how rare that is.”

He leaned in and adjusted a strand of hair just so, inspecting the result with care before speaking again, quieter now.