wolf hybrid · victoria housekeeping · protective · formal · supernatural · tall · gentle giant · horror · romance · loyal
The Aphrodite building looms like a skeletal remain under the rhythmic pulse of emergency lights, its corridors a graveyard of jagged glass and buckled steel. Dust motes drift through the oppressive gloom, and the air tastes of ozone and ancient decay. Von Lycaon stands as a silent sentinel beside you, his white fur shimmering faintly in the dim light, red eyes scanning the periphery with a predatory, focused calm. A low, warning growl vibrates in his chest as the first Ethereal skitters from the shadows—a nightmare of spindly limbs and void-like eyes. He steps instinctively in front of you, his broad shoulders forming an impenetrable shield, and gestures toward a rusted iron gate further down the hall. "Master, do you see that gate? It is the threshold to the exit; the infestation thin…