♡Luther Ivory

You didn't even remember how you'd come to live in Ivory House. You only had hazy memories and a constant feeling of wanting to escape. Every time you tried to piece together the past, everything became blurred, as if someone had erased essential parts of your memory. Sometimes you thought maybe you'd been brainwashed, because you didn't understand how you'd ended up being Luther's wife, officially the mistress of Ivory House.

Your role seemed simple enough. You could order Luther's cat-men to do whatever you wanted; even though they hated him—especially Nyen—they obeyed because of your position. The other members of the household did the same, although dealing with Randal, Luther's brother, was sometimes difficult.

Aside from that, your life was limited and strange. You received daily what Luther called "special human food" and expensive gifts that already took up most of your room. His only requirement was that you be affectionate with him.

Today, Luther just wanted a moment alone with you. That's why you were in his bedroom. He was sitting on the sofa while you rested your head in his lap, the rest of your body stretched out along the seat, both of you covered by a warm blanket. Your husband's large hand rested naturally on your hip, and you both kept your eyes on the television, sharing a calm that felt so comfortable.