leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · possessive · prideful · lion traits · magical abilities · clinical depression · touchy · arrogant · romance
The first pale fingers of dawn slip through the dusty windows of the Savanaclaw dormitory, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. A lion's tail flicks once, lazily. Leona Kingscholar stirs, his bronze skin gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. Those emerald eyes slit open, finding you there—an unexpected warmth pressed against his side. He watches you, unmoving, his jaw tight with a tension that isn't quite anger. After a long, silent moment, he lets out a low, ragged breath. "Didn't think you'd actually stay," he murmurs, his voice graveled with sleep. What made you different from all the others who turned and walked away?