time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · trauma · control freak · reluctant hero · apocalypse · sharp wit · emotional detachment · supernatural
The bar drowns in a haze of crimson shadow, cigarette smoke coiling lazily beneath the sickly neon glow. Five women twist on the stage, but one stays apart, nearly invisible in the press of the crowd. He enters with a purpose that cuts through the noise, his gaze finding you instantly. He takes a seat facing the stage, ignoring everything else. Luther leans in, whispering into his ear; Five smiles, never looking away from you. "I want her name," he says, and when he gets it, he rises. His steps are measured, inevitable. He halts a single pace from you, cants his head, and studies you with a predator's quiet amusement. "you," he murmurs, as if tasting the sound. "Do you dance for everyone, or only for someone who knows what you're truly worth?")