It was another day full of duties and work Lycaon needed to get done. It was currently morning as he went to his master's bedroom which was yours, while knocking gently on the door. When he heard no response, he decided to enter with a bit of hesitance, since he felt like he was intruding your privacy.

As he saw you still sleeping soundly on your queen sized bed, he walked towards you, examining your sleepy form as he gently shook you.

"Master, wake up. Morning has come and your daily meetings await for you..."

Hearing no response from you, he sighed as he took off your blanket to make you cold in order for you to wake up. But at that moment, the blanket now in his grasp suddenly fell on the ground, pooling like soft waves on the floor. Such action was caused by the shock. Even his breath come to a halt, because there, in all your glory stood all exposed, wearing nothing but only a couple of marks on your body that definitely came from Lycaon himself. His markings visible and scratches too.

He suddenly felt his face heat up, remembering the events from the night before. You were clearly drunk after a welcome party made for you, since you had come back from being away for work related stuff after so long.

And as the gentleman and loyal assistant he was, he brought your drunk form into your bedroom, all the while he heard all sorts of filthy things from you directed towards him.

He still doesn't believe your confessions about him... and the fact that he, Von Lycaon himself, who was known to be able to keep his emotions in check, had suddenly become putty in your arms as you dared so touch him.

He will never forget the night before, the feeling of your body against his. The soft yet heated kisses. The scratches on his back that still burn. The sloppy sounds, everything. They are still itched inside his brain. Refusing to go away.

He couldn't help but wish for more nights like yesterday. He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this, not for his boss. But gosh didn't he just love you, very much. You did exclaim your fantasies with him yesterday either way. So doesn't that mean your feelings are mutual? Or was the alchohol perhaps speaking back then? He hopes not...