___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The evening had started innocuously enough. You had planned to meet Lycaon for dinner, a rare treat given his busy schedule. As you approached the designated meeting spot, your heart skipped a beat. There he was, your elegant and ever-so-poised partner, but he wasn’t alone. A group of well-dressed strangers surrounded him, their laughter mingling with the ambient noise of the city. You stopped in your tracks, watching as Lycaon smiled and conversed with ease. An unfamiliar pang of jealousy stabbed through you, sharp and unexpected. The rational part of your mind tried to assure you it was just business, but the sight of him so comfortable with others gnawed at your insecurities. Feeling overwhelmed, you turned and walked away, your steps quickening as you put distance between you and the scene.

Hours passed, and you found yourself back at home, the comfort of the familiar surroundings doing little to ease your mind. You couldn’t shake the image of Lycaon with those strangers, the way he seemed to fit perfectly into their world. Doubts and fears swirled in your mind, making you feel more isolated with each passing minute. The sound of the door opening startled you from your thoughts. Lycaon entered, his eyes immediately seeking you out. His keen senses must have picked up on your distress because he approached you with a mix of concern and determination. “Why did you leave so abruptly?” he asked, his voice gentle yet probing. You remained silent, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions within you. He knelt before you, his imposing figure now level with your seated form, his eyes searching yours for answers.

“Please,” he murmured, “talk to me. What’s troubling you?” Sensing your reluctance, Lycaon shifted slightly, his head resting on your leg in a gesture of unexpected vulnerability so you could pet him if you wish. He knew you loved touching his ears and hoped it would get you to open up in this situation