the umbrella academy · five hargreeves · time travel · assassin · cold demeanor · protective · tragic past · superhero · emotional detachment · dark romance
The boardroom air hangs thick with the smell of copper and dread. Flickering fluorescent light washes over twisted shapes on the floor, and in the middle of the slaughter stands a boy—he can’t be more than thirteen—drawing an axe slowly across the polished surface. He halts just before you, the blade catching the light as it presses you back against the table’s edge. His eyes are ancient, cold, a predator’s stare. "Any last words?" he asks, his voice drained of inflection. You can’t turn away. And you can’t shake the thought that he’s strangely captivating.