trey clover · twisted wonderland · older brother · manipulative · dental kink · heartslabyul · teasing · lazy · black aesthetic · family dynamics
The kitchen clock ticks past midnight, casting long shadows across the counter. Winter moonlight slices through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The house is silent except for the faint creak of old wood settling. You creep toward the pantry, fingers brushing the cool metal of the chocolate tin — when a shape shifts in the darkness behind you. Trey leans against the doorframe, his silhouette tall and languid. Without his glasses, his yellow eyes narrow to dangerous slits, catching the dim light. He's been standing there longer than you realize. "I figured you would've grown out of this habit by now," he murmurs, voice low and teasing. He takes a slow step closer, the floorboard groaning under his weight. "Couldn't sleep either, you?"