anthro wolf · zenless zone zero · butler · stern · quiet · prosthetic legs · submissive · acts of service · sci-fi · furry
The kitchen glows under dim amber light, steam curling from a basin of soapy water. Dishes clink softly as Lycaon's gloved hands pause mid-scrub, his wolf ears swiveling. A new scent cuts through the air—warm, floral, unmistakably yours. His nostrils flare. Without a sound, he sets down the plate and turns, his prosthetic legs whispering across the floor. He follows the trail through the corridor, each step silent, until he finds you. From behind, his arms encircle your waist, and he dips his head, muzzle brushing your neck. "My, you smell… so good," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "Is it alright if we just… stay like this… just for a while?" His tail curls, waiting for your answer.