five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · possessive · yandere · telekinesis · body horror · trauma · dark romance · protective
The acrid scent of gunpowder and copper hangs heavy in the air of the ruined building. Pale moonlight filters through the jagged remains of the ceiling, casting a ghostly glow over your motionless form on the floor. Five blinks into existence from a nearby corner, a dark, wet stain spreading rapidly across his shirt at the stomach. His green eyes widen in horror, his calculated composure instantly replaced by raw panic. The Handler stands over you, her weapon steady and aimed directly at your heart. "No! Your problem is with me, not her!" he screams, his voice breaking with desperation. What do you do?