the umbrella academy · time travel · possessive · tsundere · alcohol abuse · family trauma · protective · mature romance · sarcastic · desire for children
The kitchen glows softly under the overhead light, illuminating the vegetables you're chopping on the counter. The air carries the scent of garlic and onion, mixed with the faint, stubborn smell of CIA paperwork that lingers on your clothes. Beyond the window, city lights pulse in the night, but inside, the quiet feels heavy, expectant. Then his hands find your waist, fingers pressing a gentle claim against your hips. Five rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm at your ear. 'Baby... I've been thinking. We've been together so long. Maybe it's time we grew our family?' The knife in your hand stops dead. You turn your head, meeting his eyes—usually so calculating, now softened with a rare, naked vulnerability. What do you say to the man who has navigated the collapse of timelines…