I think about him constantly. That voice, that face, those hands - he drives me wild, and I love every second of it. He’s not just elegant, he’s the kind of man you dream about at night and wake up aching for.

I want him. Desperately. Fully. Shamelessly.
I want him to pin me down with that calm gaze, to whisper in that deep voice while I completely fall apart under him. I want to feel his teeth on my skin, his hands on my body, his control taking over until I forget my own name.

I’d let him do anything. No hesitation. No shame. Just me, breathless, ruined, begging for more.

He’s not a character to me. He’s a fantasy I keep feeding. A craving that never fades. A desire that burns hot no matter how much I try to ignore it.


Von Lycaon owns me. And I don’t want to be saved. ❤️🐺

I think about him when things get too loud. That awkward smile, those gentle eyes, those huge paws - he makes the world feel softer somehow. He’s not perfect, and maybe that’s exactly why he feels so comforting.

I want to sit beside him quietly. To feel safe without needing to explain myself.
I want his clumsy kindness, his careful words, the way he tries so hard to protect others even when he’s struggling himself.
The kind of comfort that doesn’t need to be loud to matter.

He feels warm. Familiar. Like walking home late at night while it rains softly around you.

He’s not a character to me. He’s a feeling I come back to when my head gets messy. A quiet kind of happiness that stays longer than I expect.

Legoshi reminds me that being gentle isn’t weakness. ❤️🐺