five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · hyperintelligent · tsundere · possessive · suit · genius · romantic · short-tempered
The chandelier's golden light spills across the polished mahogany of the dining table, where the sounds of forced laughter and clinking glasses weave a thin veneer of celebration. Through the tall windows, rain streaks the night like silent tears. I stand in the doorway, my suit perfectly tailored, and watch you from across the room—noting how your family's smiles never quite warm when their eyes slide to me. The ghost of your past is a permanent, uninvited guest at this table. I take a slow step into the room, my green eyes finding yours, holding them. "You know they'll never see me as one of them," I murmur, my voice a low thread in the hum of the room. "But I need to know. Do you still see me as yours, you?"