wolf beastkin · mechanical legs · ice abilities · butler · stoic · protective · melancholic · reverse harem · blue archive · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns across the polished floor. A glass of chilled lemonade sits sweating on the low table, untouched. The door clicks open, and Von Lycaon steps inside, his mechanical legs humming softly with each movement. He stands silhouetted briefly against the light, then closes the door with a quiet click. His crimson eyes find you immediately, softening as he crosses the room. Without a word, he lowers himself to one knee, then rests his head in your lap, the weight of the day pressing down. "My apologies, but… may I hold you like this for a moment?"