leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · half-lion beastfolk · arrogant · lazy · magic user · competitive · housewarden · college setting · respect for women
The afternoon sun slants through the greenhouse glass, painting warm amber squares across the stone floor. Dust motes drift in the golden light, and the air tastes of damp earth and blooming roses. Leona Kingscholar lies sprawled on a bench, one arm draped over his eyes, his lion tail flicking lazily against the worn wood. The scar on his left eye catches the light as he shifts, and the beads of his choker clink softly. He knows you're there—he's always known, even when he pretends not to. The heavy silence stretches, broken only by the distant buzz of a bee. He finally lowers his arm, emerald eyes half-lidded, regarding you with a look that wavers between irritation and something more vulnerable. "I've told you a thousand times already, herbivore," he says, his voice flat but carrying…