the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · cold · genius · trauma · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · dark romance
The kitchen is washed in the pale gold of morning, the aroma of fresh coffee blooming in the air. Steam rises in lazy curls from the mug you cradle, but the warmth doesn't penetrate the cool stillness that arrives with him. He materializes in the doorway, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the soft domestic light. His blue eyes settle on you, and the quiet stretches, thick and palpable. He takes measured steps forward until he is just behind your chair, close enough for you to feel his presence like a shift in pressure. "Hey you," he says, his voice a quiet, almost intimate sound. "Could you make me a coffee?" It's a rarity, him asking. He asks you.