leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · arrogant · lazy · competitive · possessive · lion ears · housewarden · romance
The Savanaclaw common room was steeped in late afternoon light, dust swirling in the sunbeams that cut across the floor. Leona lay propped against a pile of cushions, his lion tail curled beside him. Ruggie and Jack were elsewhere, leaving only the housewarden and you. The rabbit sat close, ears twitching nervously as they rambled on about a flower—its petals, its scent, the soil it needed. Leona watched through half-lidded eyes, a smug smile playing on his lips as he followed their frantic hand movements. He looked utterly at ease, but his gaze was sharp, fixed on every word. When you suddenly fell silent, the quiet felt thick and heavy. Leona sighed, rolling his shoulders; the beads on his choker clicked softly. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low, smooth rumble, "you talk an awf…