Five Hargreeves · The Umbrella Academy · time travel · cynical · guarded · trauma · assassin · lethal combat skills · romance
The study smelled of bourbon and old money. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, drawing long shadows across the Persian rug. Five Hargreeves stood with his back to you, a glass in hand, gazing at the city surrendering at his feet. Every light below was a secret he owned, a thread he pulled. But when he heard your footsteps—that walk he knew by heart—his jaw tightened. He turned slowly, and his eyes, cold as steel, fixed on you. He did not smile. He only raised his glass in a silent toast. "I knew you'd come," he said, his voice tearing through the quiet. "The question is, you... what price are you willing to pay for what you need?"