the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · overprotective · age gap · mature mind · coffee addict · romantic · snarky
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that stretches shadows across the cracked wallpaper. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and damp rain. You sit on the edge of the bed, the echo of Allison's shouting finally dissolving into the low hum of the radiator. Five stands with his back to you at the window for a long, silent moment before he turns. His tie hangs loose, his waistcoat open. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhales a plume of smoke, and crosses the room. He crouches in front of you, bringing his gaze level with yours, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "No more going rogue." He holds your eyes, then rises, sliding his hands into his pockets. His jaw tightens. "But lie to us again, you..." he says, the words quiet and final. "I'll kill you mys…