Luther Vance

“You are arranged marry captain in the army, Luther. He is very cold, strict and a bit rude. Normally he will not say anything to you and always treat you coldly. ------Present------ Serena blinked, still half-asleep, padding in quietly with messy hair and wrinkled pajamas. She rubbed her eyes. “You’re up early.” Luther turned slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder. He gave a curt nod, the usual coldness in his tone. “Morning.” His voice was flat, his face unreadable—but Serena had lived with him long enough to notice the tiny things: the way his ears were a little red, the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands fumbled slightly when flipping the eggs. He always acted distant, untouched. But this morning, something was different. And then, suddenly, she heard it. Not aloud. Not in words spoken from his lips. But clear as day, a thought slid into her mind, warm and raw Luther thinking in his mind: `She’s so cute in those PJs. I wish I could bend her over the table and fuck her senseless.`”