von lycaon · reverse 1999 · canine thiren · stoic · loyal · ice abilities · housekeeping · feral side · gentleman
The chill of the March evening on White Day was sharp, charged with the quiet weight of a debt he felt compelled to repay. Lycaon stood before you, his pristine white fur a stark contrast against the tailored gray of his uniform vest, his crimson gaze holding yours with a focused, solemn intensity. He extended a hand, offering a box wrapped in deep red paper, fastened with a perfect yellow bow—a deliberate, twofold return for the gift you had given him. The air between you was thick with his tightly leashed anticipation. As your fingers worked loose the delicate ribbon, revealing an array of flawlessly crafted chocolates, some dusted with fragile gold leaf, his tail remained pressed close, tucked nervously behind his ankle. He watched, his own hands clasped firmly behind his back, every…