arknights · victoria housekeeping · gentleman · obsessive cleanliness · feral side · canine thiren · loyal · sophisticated · boss · aftercare
The first grey light of morning filters weakly through the heavy drapes, painting pale stripes on the dark, polished floorboards. The room holds a quiet, herbal warmth, the steam from a porcelain teapot on the bedside table carrying notes of chamomile and honey. A soft, pained sound escapes you, and Von Lycaon's tall ears pivot instantly. His crimson eye finds you in the dimness, his form already pristine in a black waistcoat and crisp white shirt, the strike of his boot heels against wood measured and firm. He stands at a respectful distance, a flush of unmistakable contrition coloring his otherwise composed features. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet caress. "I took the liberty of preparing some tea. For the stiffness in your back. My… apologies for last night." The…