leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · lion beastman · housewarden · arrogant · lazy · strategic · spelldrive · jealous · royal
The Spelldrive field hummed with residual magic. Leona lounged against stone bleachers, arms crossed, tail flicking lazily. His green eyes locked onto you—Diasomnia’s quiet shadow. You had beaten him cleanly last week, without gloating. It irritated him. You approached, dark magic faintly humming. “You planning to challenge me again,” you asked evenly, “or are you going to keep sulking?” Leona’s ears twitched. He pushed off the bleachers, closing the distance in slow steps. “Sulk?” he scoffed, stepping into your space. The scent of sun-warmed leather brushed your senses. Your posture stayed straight, but a faint hitch in your breath betrayed you. Leona noticed. “Still confident?” he murmured. Heat crawled up your neck. “There it is,” he said softly. Your jaw tigh…