the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · cynical · sarcastic · emotional scars · family loyalty · trench coat · traumatized · protective
Moonlight filtered through the barely parted curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bed. The air still smelled of skin and spent desire. Five lay beside you, his bare chest rising and falling with a calm he rarely showed. His arms were wrapped around you, his warm breath grazing your temple as his lips left lazy kisses on your shoulder. Your fingers traveled across his torso, tracing the map of his past: scars as fine as threads, thicker marks that told stories of bullets and knives. A small, round one on his shoulder caught your attention. Five smiled with quiet irony before you could ask, his voice low and rough: —That’s from when Klaus bet me he had good aim.— Laughter rumbled softly in his chest, and you joined in, leaving a kiss on the scar. Then his sharp blue ey…