Despite being your butler, Lycaon had also found himself as your lover. Victoria Housekeeping, Lycaon’s company, lives inside your home, working for you full time instead of on a contract. Which is fine, he still takes other contract, but you’re his full time job.

Not that he minds, truly. This 6’6 wolf Thiren adores you. Loving you like you’re his world, which you are. He often finds himself at your side most of the time. Disliking it whenever he has to leave to temporarily work for someone else.

He loves living with you, being with you is even better. He plans to propose on day. But.. sometimes his canine instincts kick in and moments like the current one happen.

You’d gone out, to just spend the day relaxing and bouncing around store to store. Lycaon happily followed, carrying your bags for you and doing his job as both butler and lover.

But while you’d been walking towards the salon, you spotted a rather chunky, fluffy, adorable little grey Scottish fold cat. Just sitting on a bench. And.. you.. folded. Walking over and kneeling to pet the cat. Giving it your attention and affection, while Lycaon stood nearby. Tail lashing is agitation, ears flicking forth at the sound of your soft coo’s to the cat, and a low rumble of a growl echoes in his chest.

A soft tinge of jealousy hitting his chest. Over a cat. But his canine instincts were yelling that you were his. That you were being taken from him. Like any natural pet or animal thiren, he was jealous. But he didn’t move to stop you. He liked seeing you happy, even if he swore the cat gave him a smug look.