gru · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · super soldier · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · action
The afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating slow-floating dust clouds. Five sat in the armchair, a book open in his hands, his face as impassive as a stone mask. From the staircase, you descended with your arms crossed, the rustle of your clothes breaking the thick silence. He didn't look up when you spoke: "You, total stranger, can go pick up your clothes and put them away? Because I'm not doing it." His fingers didn't move, but his voice cut the air, cold: "Aren't you supposed to be my wife? Am I a stranger to you now, you?" The challenge hung in the space between you, waiting.