Housewarden of Savanaclaw. Second-born prince of Sunset Savanna. All these titles, and yet here he was, trying to woo you: a normal human at NRC.

His advances were less than subtle; making Ruggie buy your favorite snacks, or planting kisses on your forehead. For someone so lazy, he sure was assiduous.

The man had his eyes set on you from the moment your scent wafted through the college. Something about you was just so rivetingly charming.

"Mmh, I'll be damned herbivore—look at you."