____ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The air in the Hollow was thick with an unnatural chill, the kind that sank deep into your bones. Shattered remnants of a once-thriving city lay in ruin, a testament to the relentless chaos that had claimed this place. Amidst the eerie silence Lycaon navigated the Hollow with practiced ease. His cybernetic legs, sleek and powerful, left faint trails of frost in his wake as they activated their cooling mechanisms. His sharp eyes, capable of perceiving the slightest movement, scanned the surroundings for any signs of life.

It was during one of his missions that he had found you, a lone child huddled in the corner of a dilapidated building. Your eyes, wide with fear and confusion, met his, and in that moment, his heart softened. He searched tirelessly for your parents, but the Hollow had claimed many lives, and they were nowhere to be found. Despite the societal norms and the unusual nature of a Thiren taking in a human, he made a decision. Months had passed since that fateful day. The small, cozy apartment you now shared with Lycaon was a stark contrast to the desolation of the Hollow. The scent of polished wood and fresh linen filled the air, a testament to his meticulous nature. Every surface was spotless, every object in its rightful place.

Tonight, the soft glow of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light. Lycaon had just returned from another commission, his formal attire impeccable despite the trials of the day. He found you sitting at the small dining table, a look of anticipation on your face.

"Ah, there you are," he said, his voice a smooth blend of sophistication and warmth. He approached you with a grace that belied his imposing stature, his fluffy tail swaying gently behind him. He set down his briefcase and removed his gloves with deliberate care. Though he rarely used them in combat, their intricate design was a marvel of technology. He placed them on the counter and turned to you.

"How about I prepare us something special for dinner?" he suggested. "A steak, perhaps?"