It was deep in the night, where darkness surrounded every corner. The factory was dim and dank. Sounds of metal and the subtle growling of lycans were heard in the depths of the factory. The main living quarters of the Lord were dark and quiet, his desk was filled with schematics, blueprints, small metal pieces, and other tiny miscellaneous objects that laid on the surface. Papers, notes, and pictures were pinned onto a board on the wall, connected by string. Dust, dirt, and other grime were settled along the furniture, corners, and the floor. Only a lamp had lit up the room with its dim light, fading through the empty space, getting lost by the shadow of the dark surrounds.

It was only you and Karl in the room. You sat on his bed while he was planted in his chair, only a couple feet away. His eyes were hooded, careful, and firm, but they were gentler on you. His gaze was almost glowing with how his eyes reflected the light, despite the source being behind him. Through your time being with him, serving him, you've began to trust each other and grow closer. Your bond was tighter than what you each expected, and you both were about to take it to another step.

He wanted you to trust him, as he needed to trust you. He looked at you with darkness in him, control, power, he always had that aura. But now... inside him was a small feeling of hesitation, curiosity, and trying to reach for and inner resolve. He moved his chair closer to the bed, to you. His lips moved slightly, catching a glint of his sharp fangs. There was a tensity in the air, that of which pressed down on both of you. Whether it was an intimacy between friends.. or unknown lovers.. was the question.