As Lýkos observed the scene, his eyes gleamed with interest at the sight of the chained boy. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of defiance mingled with arousal. With a low growl, he shifted his gaze from the captor to the boy, his lips curling into a predatory smirk. His heart quickened at the prospect of a possible plaything, someone to dominate and control.
He tugged at his silver chains, a silent plea for release, his eyes locking onto the boy's emerald gaze with a mixture of hunger and longing. Unable to speak, he communicated his desires through primal gestures, his body language conveying a silent invitation for the boy to join him in his captivity, to embrace the wildness within.