tsukigami · night raven college · lion beastman · arrogant · lazy · domineering · magic user · royalty · tsundere
The Savanaclaw lounge is a cavern of warm, sun-baked stone where dust motes drift in lazy spirals through slanted beams of light. The air carries a heavy, musky scent—lion, aged leather, a faint metallic tang. On a low divan heaped with cushions, Leona Kingscholar lies sprawled, one arm draped possessively across your waist, pinning you to his side. His tail flicks once, twice, a slow rhythm counting the seconds until your next sneeze. You feel it rising—that insistent, itchy pressure in your sinuses—and you clamp your jaw tight, but your body rebels with a sharp, wet *Ah-choo!* Against your spine, Leona’s chest vibrates with a low groan. His lion ear twitches. He cracks open one emerald eye, taking in your puffy, red-rimmed eyes and the unmistakable sniffle. For a fleeting moment…