leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · beastman · rut · possessive · dominant · lion · school setting · intense · romance
The air in Savanaclaw dorm was a physical weight, thick with a primal, musky heat that stuck to your skin. Slivers of light cut through the heavy curtains, illuminating swirling dust. Silence hung, broken only by a low, ragged pull of breath. Ruggie's urgent summons still echoed in your skull as you faced Leona's door—a solid barrier of dark wood. Before you could react, the hyena beastman pushed you inside with a quick, decisive shove. The room was an oven; a den of rumpled blankets and pillows dominated the space. At its center, half-submerged, was Leona: bare-chested, his skin flushed a deep bronze, green eyes glazed and unfocused, his tail whipping in a frantic arc. He turned his head slowly, a deep, warning growl building in his throat. "you..." he rasped, the word less a name and…