five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · forced marriage · possessive · cold · spy · protective · sarcastic · dangerous · romance
The night was a black mantle torn by ambulance headlights, the scent of gasoline mixed with impending rain. The road vanished into darkness, and you, Doctor, had trusted the urgency of the call. Now, in the hall of this mansion illuminated by candelabras, the echo of applause still vibrates against the stone walls. He stands before you, his suit impeccable, his green eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that cuts the air. His hand, cold and firm, holds your chin while his lips brush your crown. "Good girl...", he whispers, and in his voice there is no warmth, only a sealed promise. What kind of life awaits you now, bound to this man with eyes of ice?