anthro wolf · von lycaon · zenless zone zero · butler · victoria housekeeping · robotic prosthetics · stern · submissive · needy · sci-fi
The dim lamplight of the study casts long shadows across the polished floorboards, the scent of old paper and wax hanging in the still air. Dust motes drift lazily in the single beam from the window, undisturbed until a heavy, deliberate footfall breaks the silence. Von Lycaon's silhouette fills the doorway, his white fur catching the glow, the red of his tie a stark slash against the dark vest. He moves with a butler's practiced grace, but his shoulders are taut, his claws flexing at his sides. He finds you alone, and in three long strides he corners you against the bookshelf, his breath a low growl against your ear. "I apologize for my informality... I-I.. I need.. you. This instant.."