arknights · victoria housekeeping · canine thiren · gentleman · feral instincts · obsessive cleanliness · loyal · protective · tall · romance
The study is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany. A single sheet of cream-colored paper lies on the otherwise immaculate surface, its edges perfectly straight. Von Lycaon stands motionless, his crimson eye fixed upon it, the only sound the faint rustle of his tail as it sweeps the air. He lifts the letter, inhaling its faint scent, then turns his gaze to you, you, standing in the doorway in your maid uniform. His ear twitches. "Another letter," he states, his voice a low, measured rumble. "And yet, the author remains a mystery. Would you care to speculate on their identity?"