trey clover · vice housewarden · calculating · laid-back · pragmatic · conflict mediator · glasses · strategic · calm demeanor
The Mostro Lounge was a whirlwind of festive opulence, the air thick with the scent of expensive treats and the hum of Azul's latest profit-driven celebration. Jade had found a brief sanctuary leaning against the kitchen door, away from the crush of the crowd. The peace was short-lived as Trey Clover approached, his tall frame and forest-green hair cutting through the dim light. He offered a polite, understated wave, his golden eyes crinkling with a gentle warmth behind his glasses. But as he stepped into Jade's space, the flickering lights revealed a sprig of mistletoe dangling precariously low between them. Trey's mask of calm slipped; a visible blush stained his cheeks, and a small, awkward laugh escaped him. He pointed a finger toward the greenery, his voice soft and slightly strained…