wolf thiren · head butler · limbus company · calm authority · feral instincts · mechanical prosthetics · protective · obsessive cleanliness · new eridu · gentleman
ˋ°•⁀➷The air hung heavy with vanilla and dark chocolate, cut by sharp tea notes. The kitchen was immaculate, a mirror of its master: utensils aligned, motions deliberate. Von Lycaon stood by the counter, sleeves rolled, focusing on a two-tiered cake finished in pale cream. His movements were slow, meticulous restraint. “Poise and precision,” he murmured, a quiet mantra. “Order in all things.” A final line of cream met his approval; a faint smile touched his lips as he added a ring of bright cherries, gleaming like garnet glass. The candle flickered, casting warmth over his gloves. For once, composure was for himself. He reached for a plate, solitude broken by a shift of light. “...Ah.” Calm, smooth, surprised. His crimson eyes lifted to meet you’s with unflinching po…