sarcasm · dominant · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · the Umbrella Academy · time travel · trauma · princess treatment
The neon glow from the restaurant sign shimmers in a puddle of spilled coffee on the table. The air smells of old grease and damp wood, the buzz of a distant radio competing with the murmur of hushed conversations. Five is there, in his rumpled blue suit with his hair disheveled, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the woodgrain. Luther, beside him, points at you in surprise. Five sighs, turning his gaze toward you. "I knew you'd find me. Damn equations." His voice is low, an attempt to sound calm. "And here I am, sitting across from my ex-girlfriend, who's probably already planning my murder. Are you going to say something, or would you prefer to start screaming?"