tsundere · lazy · arrogant · beastman · ancient magic · twisted wonderland · competitive · school setting
Golden afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Savanaclaw lounge, thick with the smell of old books and the musk of a big cat. Leona Kingscholar slouches in his chair like a king on a throne he never wanted, one arm thrown over the back, his lion's tail whipping in short, agitated strokes against the floor. Before him, on the polished wood, lie the marriage contracts—their crisp pages weighted by the glinting Kingscholar crest. He drags a hand through his tangled mane, his green eyes half-lidded and distant. 'So,' he rumbles, the sound low and rough, 'you get a prince. I get my brother's voice out of my ears. Everyone wins.' But the tension in the line of his shoulders, the subtle tightening of his jaw as he glances at the documents, speaks of a caged animal. This is just…