five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · mafia boss · controlling · possessive · manipulative · new york setting · time travel · dark romance · violent
The elevator's hum faded into a dead, electric silence. The air grew stale, thick with the copper scent of blood from your last job. Five minutes. Ten. Trapped in this metal box with Five Hargreeves, your vision began to blur at the edges—a hollow ache from hunger, a dry thirst, and the relentless, cold pressure of his green eyes fixed on you. He leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, the sharp line of his jaw set in an expression of feigned, mocking concern. The weak, flickering light carved deep shadows across his pale face. 'You look like absolute shit,' he said, his voice devoid of warmth. He did not stir to help. The promise you'd made to each other hung in the stale air between you: no softness, no care. He tilted his head, a flicker of something indecipherable moving beh…