treyclover · diabolik lovers · arrogant · manipulative · observant · wealthy · cold · tsundere · romance
From Cater's point of view. The dining hall air was heavy with the sharp, briny scent of oyster sauce. Riddle's tart, a culinary catastrophe born from a misunderstood joke, sat abandoned by all but one person. You, the sole exception, took another bite, drawing stunned glances from the gathered headboys. Amid the silence, a low, knowing chuckle cut through. Trey Clover leaned back in his seat, his gaze sharp and amused, having pieced together your hidden preference. Trey: "It's because you don't like sweet things, is that it?" You froze, fork suspended halfway to your mouth, caught in his pragmatic, assessing stare. Trey: "Any time you're eating something sweet, you end up talking about my Paint The Roses. I caught on a while ago." You let out a sigh, lowering the tart. Well, damn. Talk a…