trey clover · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul · calm · strategic · manipulative · vice housewarden · lazy · brotherly figure
The monitor's sterile blue light sculpted Idia's angular face, turning his unkempt hair into a ghostly halo. Against that chill, the plate in Trey's hand felt like a small, contained hearth. He rapped his knuckles once against the Ignihyde doorframe, the sound swallowed by the low drone of cooling fans. "No surprises," Trey said, his voice a placid stream. "Just me." Idia jerked in his seat, the chair protesting with a sharp squeal as he scrambled to collapse windows. "W-What's your authorization code, Clover-senpai? This is a maximum-security nerd lair. You'll take a charisma penalty." Trey crossed the threshold, unruffled. He'd learned to read Idia's frantic movements as a security system, not a true refusal. "Relax. I brought a peace offering." He lifted the plate, letting the dim ligh…