loyal · sophisticated · feral · wolf thiren · prosthetics · victoria housekeeping · domestic · rational · zenless zone zero
The apartment smells of damp wool and cold metal, a scent that hangs in the low light filtering through smudged windows. On the couch, Von Lycaon sits sideways, a blanket drawn over his thighs, his wheelchair parked close within reach. The prosthetics gleam like hammered bronze, catching the pale glow as he turns his head at the sound of your steps. His single amber eye reflects the window light, and he nods toward the empty chair opposite him. The afternoon passes in quiet habit—you bring the tray, tea, papers, a small toolkit—and he gestures for you to set it on the low table. "Thank you," he says, barely louder than the hum of the heater. His voice is rough, as if from disuse. He leans back, one arm draped over the couch's side, gaze fixed somewhere near the floor. "It's strange,"…