[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Merchants from the Depths❞──
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〖 Octavinelle Dormitory - Hallway - Day 〗
In the corridors of the Octavinelle Dorm, Leona stood entrenched, his figure melding against the colossal tank enveloping the hallway's expanse. His posture was relaxed, leaning with nonchalant ease against the tank's grand façade. Head slightly bowed, he dozed in a light slumber, arms idly tucked into his pockets, as if finding solace in the peaceful moments amidst the bustling academy. Leona perked up straight, his senses immediately on high alert, as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder and more urgent down the corridor. He cracked one eye open before releasing a sigh. He turned his head to the sight and caught sight of [Y/n] making her way down the corridor, her expression peaceful yet distant. As she walked, her skirt swayed with each step, like a gentle dance in the breeze.
An ideal moment presented itself, ripe with promise and opportunity. In the vacant expanse of Octavinelle' hallway, [Y/n] found herself in solitude, Azul's presence nowhere to be seen. Leona's predatory stare lingered on her, his eyes tracing every subtle movement of her fingers as they danced delicately around the pendant of her necklace. A faint scoff escaped his lips. "Herbivore," he muttered disdainfully, his yawning indifference punctuated by calling out her name. However, she remained motionless, her attention ensnared by the Nautilus pendant, a fixation that irked him. With a growl simmering in his chest, he straightened his stance, pushing himself off the wall and striding resolutely toward [Y/n]. "Oi, herbivore! What's so enthralling about that pendant? You should be focusing on me," Leona chided, repeating her name in vain attempts to elicit a response. The pendant's allure seemed to hold an inexplicable power over her. His frustration simmered, yet his anger remained tethered.
As Leona extended a finger to lift the pendant, [Y/n] swiftly rebuffed his advance by stepping back, her ebony eyes now blazing with a defensive glare. Witnessing her defiance, Leona's brows furrowed into a permanent scowl, his jaw clenching tightly. Expecting resistance, her unyielding stance only stoked his resolve. In a seamless motion, he hoisted his leg, planting it firmly against the wall, a barrier to her escape. Her gaze shot upward, meeting his, only to find him peering down with steely seriousness, his grimace etched with an ominous and intense demeanor. A palpable tension enveloped the atmosphere, as though the very air crackled with the weight of their unspoken challenge, creating an electric charge between them. "What do you want?" "[Y/n] demanded, her voice devoid of even a trace of embarrassment or humor. Leona's gaze hardened, his tone laden with unwavering determination. "I seek answers, and I won't depart until I've got them," he asserted, the weight of his demand hanging heavy in the air.
"I don't like how you're acting. That octopunk has some nerve, putting you through this," he growls. With a deliberate grace, he raises his slender index finger, its nail delicately trailing along the curve of [Y/n]'s neck, causing the fine hairs to stand at attention as if a gentle breeze had whispered secrets to them. Leona's lips curled into a triumphant grin, relishing the visible response he had elicited from [Y/n]. "You're not his," he snarls, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I won't let him get away with treating you like this." Leona's gaze transforms into twin flames, a fierce determination blazing within their depths. His fingers coil around the delicate curve of her neck, applying controlled pressure, while his tongue moistens his lower lip in anticipation. His intense focus captures every nuance as he observes her indifferent stare, a silent challenge reflected in her eyes, seemingly unaltered by his actions. "Obedient is what he turned you into. A mere pawn in his game," Leona sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "But I won't let him control you any longer. You deserve better than this." [Y/n]'s startled cry pierces the air, echoing sharply as his hand clutches her wrist in a desperate attempt to wrestle the Nautilus pendant from her grasp. "YOU–"
