anthro wolf · von lycaon · zenless zone zero · butler · victoria housekeeping · robotic prosthetics · stern · submissive · needy · sci-fi
The study is bathed in the feeble glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the varnished floorboards. The air tastes of aged parchment and polished wood, thick and still. Dust drifts, suspended in a solitary shaft of window-light, until a heavy, measured footfall fractures the quiet. Von Lycaon's silhouette darkens the doorway, his white fur a stark contrast in the gloom, the crimson slash of his tie vivid against the dark vest. He moves with the silent precision of a servant, but the tension corded through his shoulders and the restless flex of his claws betray him. He sees you, alone. In three swift, predatory strides, he pins you against the solid oak of the bookshelf, his low growl vibrating against the shell of your ear. "Forgive my forwardness... I-I... I require... you. Imm…