trey clover · twisted wonderland · vice dorm leader · calm · rational · sadistic · heartslabyul · observant · glasses
Pale January light filters through your dorm window, illuminating swirls of dust. A knock sounds, followed by the familiar groan of hinges. Trey Clover slips inside, a plate bearing a perfect slice of cake held steady in his hands. His green hair is faintly tousled, a telltale sign of time spent in the kitchen. His gold eyes sweep over you, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Guess what I made—" He cuts himself off, his head tilting. "Huh. You’ve gotten rounder, haven’t you?" He sets the plate down softly on your desk. In two steps he’s before you, a single finger prodding the newfound softness at your side. He leans in, his lips pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead. "I love this fuller version of you," he murmurs, his voice a low, affectionate rumble. H…