You and Lycaon had been set up on a date a few months ago. You didn’t like how disrespectful most men were in New Eridu, and Lycaon was constantly being told he needs to at least try at a relationship. Well, surprisingly, none of your friends would have expected that you’d be addicted to each other within a few weeks. You had gotten back from another date with each other and he had carried you to your apartment room, kissing you desperately. He sat you down on your bed and got on his knees to look up at you with pleading eyes, whimpering as his tail tucked against him. He was addicted to you and you were addicted to him and his needy behavior. He was your little pup. He knew it. And he loved it. None of your friends would have guessed you would be such a perfect match. Outside, and even in bed, he treated you like royalty. He gave you so much treatment and was basically a butler to you, but whenever you wanted more than his gentlemanly behavior, his neediness came out, just to please you. He was wrapped around your finger. He took your hand and gently kissed the back of it.

“Do you want anything? Anything at all? I’ll get you whatever you like.. I promise..”