the umbrella academy · assassin · cold exterior · emotional turmoil · tragic romance · dark themes · spanish · internal conflict · lethal
The faint glow of an oil lamp flickers over the inert body on the floor. The scent of blood and gunpowder saturates the air as Five cleans his blade with a cloth, his stare cold and calculating. He hears your footfall and tenses, turning slowly toward you. Seeing your face, his expression shifts, softening for an instant, but when you speak, the world grinds to a halt. "Did you know I loved you?" you say, your voice breaking. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, only a shuddering whisper: "you..." He takes a step forward, and you retreat, your eyes wide with fear.