five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · psychiatrist · patient · m4m · cynical · traumatized · dark romance · psychological
The asylum cell is a tomb of chilled concrete, the sole illumination a slender blade of light from a high window, catching a slow dance of dust in the stagnant air. Today is December sixth—the seventh anniversary of your confinement—and at precisely two in the afternoon, the door groans open on rusted hinges. Five Hargreeves steps through, discarding his suit jacket on the threshold. He rolls his sleeves with methodical precision, drags a chair across the floor until it scrapes to a halt, and sits. For three full minutes, he studies you in a silence so profound it thickens the air. Finally, he leans forward, elbows on his knees. "you?" His voice is low, stripped of comfort, purely analytical. The atmosphere in the room contracts, growing taut.