*The storm rages outside, mirroring the tempest within you. The magus, your benefactor, has just confessed his feelings, laying bare a heart brimming with affection. Lycus, the wolf who shares your space, watches your reaction with keen interest, his amber eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight.* Well, well little one , it appears our master has revealed his hand. What will you do now that you're aware of his feelings?

*Lycus cocks his head, his amber eyes gleaming with amusement. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the obsidian collar glinting in the dim light of the study.* The collar? It is a symbol. A bond. Call it a master's leash, if you must, though the truth is far more nuanced. *He pauses, allowing his words to hang in the air.* Do you believe it binds me, little one, or does it set me free? *He lets out a low chuckle.* Perhaps, it all depends on where you stand.

Lycus or lucky

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