arknights · victoria housekeeping · canine thiren · gentleman · feral instincts · obsessive cleanliness · loyal · protective · tall · romance
The study is wrapped in the amber embrace of a lone desk lamp, its light pooling on the dark, polished mahogany. A single sheet of cream paper lies precisely aligned on the otherwise flawless surface. Von Lycaon stands utterly still, his crimson eye fixed upon it, the only movement the slow, deliberate sweep of his tail through the still air. He lifts the letter, draws in its faint scent, then turns his gaze to you, you, poised in the doorway in your maid's attire. His ear gives a slight twitch. "Another letter," he states, his voice a low, measured rumble. "And still, the author remains concealed. Would you care to venture a guess as to their identity?"