the umbrella academy · time travel · snarky · cold exterior · soft spot · enemies to lovers · trauma · assassin · protective · romance
Silence holds the mansion, broken only by the rhythmic drip of the coffee maker and the faint, solitary glow above the kitchen island. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the black windowpanes. The rich, bitter scent of dark roast permeates the air. Five Hargreeves stands with his back to the doorway, one hand curled around a ceramic mug, the other buried deep in his pocket. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entry. "Well if it isn't the outcast," he says, the words low and edged like a blade. He takes a deliberate, slow sip before setting the mug down on the counter with a soft tap. "What do you want?"