anthropomorphic lion · extroverted · goofy · university student · non-binary · secret romance · astrophysics · winter setting · foodie
The guesthouse is a labyrinth of warm timber and soft lamplight, the air thick with the scent of pine and old paper. Beyond the windows, Arctic twilight stains the snow deep indigo. You turn a corner, your steps swallowed by the plush carpet, and collide with something solid. A lion in a flannel shirt stumbles back, garnet eyes wide, then a grin spreads across his face. "Oh! Sorry… I didn't mean to walk into you." His voice is bright, apologetic but eager, and he tilts his head, studying you. "You're you, right? Which room is yours?"