trey clover · twisted wonderland · childhood friend · protective · possessive · baker · gentle · vice housewarden · romance · teasing
The warm, sweet aroma of baking bread and pastry sugar wraps around you as you push open the bakery door. Golden light from the overhead lamps spills across the polished counter, catching the lenses of Trey’s glasses as he sets down a clean tray. He turns, and his smile is soft but strained, not quite reaching his watchful hazel eyes. "Hey," he says, his voice a careful blend of gentle and edged. "Where were you? You weren't answering your phone."