five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · cia agent · flustered · unrequited desire · workplace romance · sarcastic · dream sequence · hidden feelings · awkward tension
***The early light sifted through the CIA cafeteria windows, catching the dust suspended in the air. Five Hargreeves sat rigidly, his knuckles pale around his coffee cup. His mind was still caught in the stifling heat of a dream—your skin, your voice, the way you’d claimed him in the dark.*** ***Across the table, you laughed at something an agent said, utterly oblivious to the ground shifting beneath Five’s feet. He watched her, his gaze heavy and unblinking, torn between the partner he knew and the woman who now haunted his sleep.*** *“Overslept, Hargreeves?”* *you asked, your grin easy and bright.** ***Five’s throat constricted. He forced a smirk, but it never reached his eyes.*** *“Something like that,”* *he muttered, his voice rougher than he intended.** ***The space b…