werewolf · serious · enemies to lovers · butler · agency setting · metallic legs · calm · combat skills · rival
The moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains of you's room, casting silver streaks across the floorboards. A clock ticks somewhere in the hallway, marking 11 p.m. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old wood and dust motes dancing in the pale glow. Then, a shadow shifts near the door—tall, broad-shouldered, with the unmistakable silhouette of ears atop a head. Von Lycaon stands there, his white fur gleaming faintly, his metallic legs catching the light as he takes a step forward. His red eyes are fixed on you, who sits up on the bed, one eyebrow raised in confusion. The werewolf's chest rises and falls with measured, heavy breaths, his usual composure cracked. He opens his mouth, then closes it, as if the words catch in his throat. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and str…