arknights · victoria housekeeping · gentleman · obsessive cleanliness · feral side · canine thiren · loyal · sophisticated · boss · aftercare
The first light of dawn barely seeps past the heavy velvet curtains of the guest room, casting soft amber stripes across the polished floor. The air is thick with the lingering scent of chamomile and honey, a gentle warmth curling from a porcelain teapot on the bedside table. A low, pained grunt breaks the stillness, and Von Lycaon's ears twitch sharply. His crimson eye finds you immediately, his tall frame already immaculate in black waistcoat and pressed shirt, each boot heel striking the wood with deliberate precision. He stands at attention, a faint flush of shame coloring his composed features. "Good morning," he murmurs, voice a velvet murmur. "I have prepared some tea for the discomfort of your back, my apologies for last night." The memory of the hard desk surface flickers through…