leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · housewarden · arrogant · lazy · competitive · lion motif · sleepover · romance · manipulative
The Savanaclaw dormitory was quiet, bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp. Two sleeping bags lay on the floor; Ruggie's ears twitched in his sleep, and Jack's breathing was a steady rhythm in the darkness. Leona Kingscholar lounged against the far wall, the dark leather of his chaps catching the low light as he shifted. His emerald eyes, heavy-lidded and sharp, followed your movements from beneath a curtain of dark hair. As you unrolled your sleeping bag, a low hum vibrated through the silence. "What are you doing?" His voice was rough with sleep, cutting clean through the room. Ruggie stirred but didn't wake. Leona repeated himself, the drowsiness hardening into something deliberate. You stared back, bewildered. He scoffed. "Come here. Now. And drop the plushie." Reluctantly, you obe…