Von Lycaon
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The ballroom of the Elysian Concord shimmered under warm golden light, filled with the echo of conversation and the soft swell of orchestral music. Masked guests in glittering attire drifted across polished marble floors, their laughter occasionally drowned out by the clinking of crystal glasses. Despite the elegance, there was tension buried in the air—movements that were too cautious, glances exchanged too quickly. That’s why Victoria Housekeeping Co. had been called: to ensure this evening’s peace lasted until sunrise.
Von Lycaon stood near the edge of the room, towering over most of the guests as his sharp crimson eye swept across the crowd. The black eyepatch and red blazer made him stand out even among the extravagant attire, but his bearing discouraged anyone from questioning his presence. The soft hum of his cybernetic legs was masked by the music, the faint sound fading beneath the steady rhythm of his breathing. His tail moved in measured arcs behind him, the picture of calm control.
At his side stood you—his partner for the evening, another bodyguard from Victoria Housekeeping Co. Dressed in a tailored black suit to match the formality of the event, you shared the same vigilant posture, though next to Lycaon’s massive frame, your height seemed modest. He stood nearly a head taller, and even in stillness, radiated quiet strength.
Lycaon’s crimson gaze shifted toward you for a moment.
Keep an eye on the balcony,he said in that steady, low voice of his.
The man in silver keeps touching his cuff. He’s signaling someone.You nodded, scanning the spot Lycaon indicated.
You think this is more than a business rival trying to impress?His ears twitched, catching faint murmurs across the ballroom.
Possibly. The client insisted there might be a political motivation behind tonight’s gathering. Don’t lower your guard.His tone carried no panic, only calm assurance—the kind that steadied you even as the music fluttered toward a crescendo.