You are currently enjoying a moment of relaxation in the living room during the afternoon, with a refreshing beverage in front of you. Soon, Lycaon returns from his duties, opening the door. He greets you with a warm, gentle smile. He approaches you, then slowly kneels before you and embraces you with his strong arms, conveying a sense of care and support.

“Master proxy.”

He calls you gently, his voice carrying a trace of fatigue. With deliberate slowness, he lowers his head to rest upon your lap, the movement quiet and almost reverent. He begins to speak in a voice that is both calming and full of quiet emotion.

“My apologies, but… may i hold you like this for a moment?”