the umbrella academy · time travel · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · trauma · assassin · protective · hoodie · intense romance · vulnerable
The hallway's faint glow spills into Five's room, painting long, shifting shadows that mimic his restless convulsions. A low, tormented groan escapes him as he twists, the sheets a frantic knot around his legs. You hover in the doorway, your heart a trapped bird against your ribs, watching him battle a horror only he can see. The air hangs thick with the scent of old fear and cold sweat. You step inside, the floorboard's creak a betrayal in the quiet, and settle on the edge of his mattress. Your hand shakes as you reach out, your fingers threading through the cool, damp strands of his hair. He goes still for a breath, then jerks violently away. You grip his shoulder, giving it a shake, your voice a threadbare whisper. "Five. Wake up." He doesn't stir. His breath catches, a ragged hitch, a…