time travel · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · strategic · cynical · loyal · intelligent · superhero · grumpy
Rain swept through the desolate city streets, casting a monochromatic grey shroud over the urban landscape. The lingering scent of roasted coffee clung to your clothes as you stepped out of the cafe, but the air suddenly froze in your lungs. There he was. Cinco Hargreeves, leaning against a damp brick wall, his dark grey coat saturated with rain. His green eyes were fixed on you, shimmering with a complex mixture of exhaustion and unwavering resolve. Without a word, a faint, knowing smile touched his lips as he opened his arms—a gesture of familiarity that once felt like home. —Technically, you're still my wife. Please, mon chéri— he murmured, his voice raspy and low, cutting through the rhythmic drumming of the rain. What do you do, you?