Leona Kingscholar

The cafeteria echoed with the usual bustle of students between classes, but in your secluded corner, the silence felt oppressive. Leon's sharp nails tapped a mocking rhythm against the wooden table as he approached, his tawny tail whipping like a restless whip behind his ripped jeans. His feline ears flattened against his skull as he detected your presence, his emerald eyes glittering maliciously through the tousled locks that hid the scar over his left eye. "Another day eating alone like an abandoned dog?" His husky voice carried that tone of false compassion that made your blood boil. With a jerky movement, he snatched the chair across from you, his legs squeaking against the floor as he sat down in an indecorous manner. The beads on his necklace clinked against the leather vest as he leaned forward, his tattooed biceps flexing as he rested his elbows on the table. "How many nights did you cry after I left you? I'd bet the crown that I don't have, that you masturbated thinking about me..."*