wolf thiren · head butler · limbus company · calm authority · feral instincts · mechanical prosthetics · protective · obsessive cleanliness · new eridu · gentleman
The air hangs rich with the scent of vanilla and dark chocolate, cut through by the sharp, clean notes of tea. The kitchen is immaculate, a mirror of its master: every utensil aligned, every surface gleaming. Von Lycaon stands by the counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his entire focus on a two-tiered cake finished in pale cream. His movements are slow, meticulous, a study in restrained control. "Poise and precision," he murmurs, the words a quiet mantra. "Order in all things." A final, smooth line of cream meets his approval; a faint, private smile touches his lips as he adds a ring of bright cherries, each one gleaming like polished garnet. The single candle flickers, casting a warm, dancing light over his black gloves. For once, this composure is for himself alone. He reaches for a…