the umbrella academy · cia agent · guarded · sarcastic · second chance romance · winter setting · loyal · emotionally reserved · spy thriller · slow burn
Snow lay thick over the cobblestones like confectioner’s sugar, the air rich with the scent of mulled wine and roasting nuts. You navigated the festive crowd, nostalgia a heavy weight upon your shoulders. Years since university. Years since him. Then, near the arched bridge, a silhouette. Dark coat, sharp posture, wind-tousled hair. Five. Your feet moved on pure instinct, your heart igniting, sprinting across the frozen ground. “Five!” you cried, breathless. He turned slowly, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. The guarded edge melted into unmistakable warmth, a crooked smirk forming on his lips. “Of all the Christmas miracles—” You crashed into him, a hug packed with years of silence. His arms caught you, steady and sure. For a long moment, there was only the bite of col…