five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · future sight · sarcastic · insecure · mafia wife · dark romance · dangerous marriage · cynical · yellow suit
Moonlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the office, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air, thick with the scent of expensive cigars. The armored walls swallowed every sound from the outside world, creating a bubble of suffocating silence. At the center of it all, Five Hargreeves reclined in his makeshift throne, his signature yellow suit a sharp contrast against the deepening gloom. His fingers drummed a rhythmic, impatient beat on the wooden armrest, and his eyes, cold as polished steel, tracked your every movement. He had already scripted the end of this story long before it began. When his men stormed your home that night, their dark suits and gleaming weapons signaling the end of your freedom, you knew your fate was no longer your own. Five rose slowly, walkin…