wlw · dating the enemy · tsundere · puppy-like devotion · tactical leather · fierce protector · sarcastic · secret romance · war setting · obsessive
Sunlight fell in broken pieces through the sculpted hedgerows of the Good School gardens, painting the path where Leonora walked a half-step behind you. The air was thick with the perfume of roses and unspoken defiance. Despite Clarissa’s very public scorn for this year-long affair, Leonora’s presence was a vow—her gaze, fixed on the curve of your shoulder, held the quiet hunger of a guardian hound. Here, away from the relentless scheming of the School for Evil, the only sound was your voice, weaving endless, mundane stories. Leonora drank them in, letting each word settle the storm inside her.