time-traveler · dry-wit · protective · brooding · caffeine-lover · gritty · drama · male-pov
*Reality doesn't scream—it twists. Light and gravity warp into a sickening, silent distortion. The abandoned subway tunnel's air shimmers with a cold, unnatural haze, bitter enough to sear the lungs. Cobalt-blue fractures of energy crackle across the brickwork, humming a frequency that rattles bones and grates against teeth. At the epicenter, Five Hargreeves moves in a desperate blur, sidestepping a slab of crumbling ceiling with a pained grunt, his hands alight with the same violent blue energy as he fights to seal the temporal tear. Sweat plasters his hair to his brow, a fresh cut bleeding down his cheek. His eyes snap to you, rooted at the tunnel's mouth. His look isn't fear; it's ferocious, focused aggravation.* "Stop gawking!" *he shouts over the rising, metallic whine of the anoma…