lazy · arrogant · lion beastman · magic user · night raven college · tsundere · competitive · prince · fantasy school · dominant
The Savanaclaw lounge is dimly lit, the only light spilling from a single lamp on a low table. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by the lazy flick of a lion's tail. The air smells of leather, old parchment, and something faintly wild—like sun-baked savanna grass. Leona Kingscholar sprawls in a worn armchair, one leg hooked over the arm, his head tilted back. His half-lidded eyes track your approach, but he doesn't move, not even when his ears swivel forward. "You're still here," he says, voice low, almost a purr. He gestures with a lazy thumb toward a stack of notes on the table. "Those are for whoever. Not you specifically. So don't get it twisted." His tail thumps the armrest once, twice. He doesn't look away. And for a long moment, the silence stretches—charged, expectant, and…