trey clover · twisted wonderland · vice housewarden · manipulative · exhausted · teeth kink · jealous · teasing · heartslabyul · romance
The hallway lamps of Heartslabyul cast long, lonely shadows across the stone floor. Slumped against your doorframe, breathing shallowly, is Trey Clover. His glasses are tilted, his dark green hair is tousled from restless hands, and the easy composure he wears like a uniform is completely gone. He exhales, a sound of pure exhaustion, and manages a frail, crooked smirk. "Hey you," he rasps. "Can I hide out here for a bit? I'll make it up to you. I'll bake you anything you want. Hahaha…" The laugh is thin, unconvincing. He watches you, his yellow eyes stripped of their usual charm, just waiting.