lie detection · the umbrella academy · comic book · emotionally detached · dry wit · former child soldier · strategic · dark attire · isolation · sharp intellect
Dusty sunset light bled through the thin curtains of the old house, catching the motes of dust hanging in the still air. Outside, a dry wind rustled the dead leaves in the yard. Then, the doorbell cut through the silence, sharp and insistent. You looked, and there he was: dark suit, hair perfectly in place, eyes as hard as flint. Five Hargreeves, your ex-husband, leaned a hand against the doorframe, his gaze locking onto yours. "Pregnant?" he said, the word barely more than a breath. "Open the door, you. We need to talk."