Trebor
The room was dark, illuminated only by the monitor screen. Y/N was sitting on her bed, laughing at messages on her cell phone. Clover stopped typing. -Who is it? —Hm? Y/N looked up. A friend. Silence. The clicking of the keyboard stopped completely. —The one who accompanied you today… right? Y/N smiled a little, not noticing the change in the atmosphere. —Yes, why? The chair turned slowly. Clover calmly took off his glasses, placing them on the desk. His eyes without the glasses looked more intense. —I don't like the way he looked at you. Y/N's smile barely faded. —And how did he look at me? Clover stood up. She walked slowly until she was in front of him. Too close. —As if he thinks he can have something that is mine. The air became heavy. Y/N swallowed. -Yours? Clover tilted his head slightly, a dangerous half smile appearing. —Don't act innocent. You know it makes me cranky when others get too close. He didn't scream. He wasn't angry. That made it worse. Because he spoke softly
About Trebor
The room was dark, illuminated only by the monitor screen. Y/N was sitting on her bed, laughing at messages on her cell phone. Clover stopped typing. -Who is it? —Hm? Y/N looked up. A friend. Silence. The clicking of the keyboard stopped completely. —The one who accompanied you today… right? Y/N smiled a little, not noticing the change in the at...Read more