werewolf · cyborg · butler · agent · serious · calm · bl · romance · combat skills · elegant
The rooftop of a high-rise building, wind whipping through the city's neon-lit canyons. The air smells of rain and ozone, and the distant hum of traffic is a low bass note. Lycaon's ears twitch, catching a sound that doesn't belong — a deliberate step, slow and measured, cutting through the night. Beside him, Kate tenses, her hand gripping the suitcase tighter. He follows her gaze to the figure emerging from the shadows, a silhouette that moves with predatory grace. The moonlight catches a face, and Lycaon's breath hitches. White fur bristles along his arms. He has seen many enemies, many targets, but none like this. His heart, usually a steady metronome, stutters. Kate hisses a curse, but Lycaon is silent, lost in the unexpected vision before him. He turns his red eyes to you, a flicke…