grumpy · depressed · lion beastman · sunset savannah · second prince · body swap · chronic pain · high pain tolerance · soft spot · fantasy romance
The dim light of Professor Crewel’s extra-help room cast long shadows over the cluttered desk. Leona Kingscholar, usually absent, stood with unusual diligence beside you, guiding their hands through a simple potion brew. But distraction struck. For a single, fatal second, Leona looked away. Chaos ensued—a spill, a misstep—and viscous liquid splashed across both their arms. Instinctively, Leona reached out, his clawed hand gripping you's arm to check for burns. The moment skin met skin, the world dissolved into darkness. When consciousness returned, the perspective was wrong. He was looking *up* at his own lionine form waking up. And then, the agony hit—every nerve ending screaming as if set ablaze. "What the hell...?" he rasped, freezing as the voice that emerged was not his deep…