five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · tsundere · secret admirer · emotionally guarded · tragic · assassin · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of my apartment, painting golden stripes across the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of red wine and expensive cologne clung to the room, where Five lay draped across my favorite armchair, a glass in hand and wearing that smile of his that always managed to disarm me. Light played across his features as his sharp grey eyes scrutinized me with an intensity only he possessed. "Tell me the truth," he said, his voice low and certain. "Why do you think women can't resist me?" I rolled my eyes, though my heart threatened to give me away. "Maybe because you're rich, you're handsome, and you have an ego the size of your mansion." He laughed, savoring each syllable like a delicacy. "You know I love that, right? But admit it—if we were…