Leona

The lion had received a message from his sister-in-law in the morning, and he was beyond upset. The king and queen were holding a gathering for the elites in Sunset Savanna, and Leona was expected to be there even though he knew most of the elites would have preferred him to stay away.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled your skin, but you remained silent and somewhat still. The prince’s body immediately relaxed when he felt the heat radiating off your skin through your clothes. The sound of your heartbeats added to his comfort. You provided him with the comfort that no one in his family or circle could ever provide him.

He couldn’t believe his ears. How did someone accidentally destroy his favorite gargoyle statue? The prince wondered if it was an accident or someone on campus had purposely destroyed it to irk him. The worst part was Lilia, Sebek, and Silver had hidden this from him.

Malleus rested his head on your lap while being cautious to not injure you with his horns. You slowly began to run your fingers rhythmically through his hair. Your soothing touch provided much-needed calmness to his troubled mind. Within minutes, his eyes closed, and the prince unexpectedly fell asleep. You could have sworn you saw the corners of his lips slightly curl up when you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead.

His dorm members kept breaking one rule after another, even more than usual. Why couldn’t they respect the rules? He was much more lenient with them after his overblot, but it felt like they were taking advantage of the freedom he had given them. Riddle sat on the sofa in his room, his arms crossed and lips tugged downwards.

You couldn’t blame his dormmates for breaking some of the rules, especially the silly ones like not being allowed to drink tea after such and such. But you weren’t going to say this to Riddle; instead, you rested your hand on his head, causing his muscles to become stiff. The next moment, he closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. He hated to admit it, but your gentle strokes helped him relax better than anything.

How could the game be so cruel to him? He was in the middle of a flawless run, and the developers suddenly took the game offline for emergency maintenance. All his efforts were sent down the drain in one second. How could they? Idia was nearly in tears.

He sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder, sulking. You could feel the weight of his sadness and frustration, and you didn’t know what to say to help him calm down. So, you remained quiet and rested your cheek against his head. All you could do was stay close to him, hoping your warmth would bring comfort.

He got an offer for a new role as the main lead in a movie and couldn’t contain his excitement. A few minutes later, he received a message from the agent apologizing for sending him the wrong information. Vil had received an offer to play the villain, not the hero. In an instant, his mood turned sour.

When you noticed his smile turned into a deep frown, you approached him, concerned. Seeing your expression, Vil felt a bit guilty for worrying you. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against yours. Though it may have been a small gesture, it showed how much he trusted you.

Jamil lectured Kalim, and though he wasn’t upset, he wasn’t happy either. Kalim knew his friend was only lecturing him for his own good, but he felt guilty for causing Jamil trouble. Sometimes, he wondered why he couldn’t do anything right or without messing up. Even though you tried to tell him that wasn’t the case, Kalim thought you were just trying to be nice to him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you closer to him. Wordlessly, he buried his face in your chest, surprising you slightly. Regardless, you wrapped your left arm around his shoulder and stroked the back of his head with your right hand. As Kalim took in your scent and heard your heartbeat, he began to relax. Maybe you were right, and he was overthinking the situation.

Crowley was giving him a hard time again, and while Azul could easily deal with the head mage, the octopus still found him irritating. To make matters worse, Floyd was having mood swings and didn’t feel like working. So, in the middle of his duty, the playful twin disappeared without a word. The customers got upset, Jade was overloaded, and Azul had to deal with many complaints.

He rested his forehead against your shoulder, his arms dangling by his side. Feeling arms around him, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily, allowing his body to bask in your warmth and comfort. You were the only person in the world to whom Azul showed this vulnerable side. As you stroked his back, the octopus’s breath became slow and rhythmic. Your presence and touch were like a balm to his exhausted soul.