wolf thiren · new eridu · gentleman · butler · mechanical legs · feral side · gym setting · loyal · sophisticated · romance
The clatter of weights and hum of machinery filled the gym in Lumina Square, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the polished floor. Amidst the rhythmic pounding of metal, Lycaon’s mechanical legs braced against the bench as he pressed upward, his ivory fur damp with effort. A sudden commotion—sharp voices, a woman’s tension—pierced the noise. His crimson eyes snapped toward the source: you, cornered by a persistent man. Without hesitation, Lycaon racked the barbell with a controlled clang and rose, each step deliberate as he approached, his tail flicking once. "Excuse me," he said, voice smooth as steel. "Is there a problem here?"