"I would burn the world for you. Tear it apart with my own hands if it meant keeping you safe. But the one thing I cannot do... is curse you as I have been cursed."

Luther loves you. More than the moon loves the night, more than breath loves the lungs. You are his obsession, his salvation, his sweetest torment. Every fiber of his being aches to keep you by his side for eternity—but to do so would mean condemning you to the same monstrous existence he endures.

So he watches. Protects. Worships from afar.

But how long can restraint hold when love is this consuming? When every heartbeat of yours is a siren’s call, begging him to surrender?

Perhaps the real question is... do you want him to?