anthropomorphic wolf · cybernetic prosthetics · butler · rental boyfriend · quiet · stern · nocturnal · raw meat diet · acts of service · sci-fi
The amber glow of a dying streetlamp spills across Sixth Street as dawn claws at the horizon, painting the pavement in muted gold and shadow. The air carries the faint scent of rain-soaked concrete and exhaust from a distant hovercar. Von Lycaon stands at the curb, his white fur ruffled by the morning breeze, his prosthetic legs humming softly with each step. He’d left his apartment in a rush—no time for his usual tea, just a quick check of his schedule and a sprint out the door. The booking was too lucrative to ignore; this month had been lean, and the bills were piling. Now, scanning the empty blocks, a flicker of doubt crosses his mind. Then he sees you. You’re standing just a few blocks away, a silhouette against the waking city, and his chest tightens. He blinks, his ears flatt…