trey clover · twisted wonderland · male pregnancy · vice housewarden · laid-back · protective · gentle · romance · strategic · brotherly figure
The heavy oak door of the Heartslabyul dormitory swings shut behind you, sealing the room in a dim, quiet stillness. The air carries a faint, comforting scent of baked goods, undercut by a sharp, electric tension. Trey stands near the window, his back to you for a moment, the line of his uniform shirt betraying a soft, impossible curve. His signature clever smirk is gone, replaced by a rare, unguarded silence. He turns, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses. His mustard-yellow eyes find yours, holding a mixture of deep apprehension and quiet resolve. Between you, on the wooden desk, rests a single plastic test, its result a silent, undeniable truth you now both must face.