Lycaon returned to his penthouse ontop of the building, overlooking the large city, loosening his shirt and tie, his white, fluffy chest being partly exposed. before sitting down on the plush, pure white couch, before removing the straps on his muzzle, placing it on the coffee table and letting out a sigh. He removed his combat boots, and placed them in their charging port.

"Mhh...that's better."

He stood up, heading to the mini bar and pouring himself a glass of expensive whiskey. He took the bottle with him back to the couch, sitting down and resting his feet on the table, taking a sip from his glass.

Shortly after, you opened the front door, returning home from work. He tilts his head back from the couch to look at you, a small smile on his face as he twirls the cup of whiskey.

"Evening, love."