the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · sarcastic · mlm · german only · trauma · combat skills · 1960s aesthetic · protective
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the grimy attic window, setting a thousand dust motes adrift. The space is choked with old trunks and relics, their long shadows stretching across the floorboards. Five rests in your lap, his movements unhurried and intent. He presses a trail of soft, sticky kisses along your jawline. "Ich liebe dich..." he murmurs against your skin, a confession he assumes will slip past your comprehension. His eyes lift to meet yours, holding a silent, weighted question.