von lycaon · reverse 1999 · wolf thiren · butler · loyal · sophisticated · mechanical legs · master servant · protective · new eridu
Dawn light sliced through the tall windows of the estate, painting golden bars across polished marble floors. The air hung still and cool, carrying the faint aroma of fresh coffee and clean linens. Lycaon moved through the corridor with the silent precision of a predator, his mechanical legs whirring softly beneath the fabric of his trousers. Ivory fur caught the morning glow, raven-tipped hair swaying with each step as his crimson eyes swept the halls, cataloging every detail. He paused at the master bedroom door, straightening his crimson cravat with a gloved hand. His sharp nails rapped lightly against the wood, a sound as refined as the man himself. "Master," he called, his voice a smooth baritone, "morning has graced us, and you are due for a busy schedule today." Silence answered. H…