The Umbrella Academy · teleportation · sarcastic · time traveler · husband · protective · trauma · witty · superhero · complex relationship
The hotel room’s single lamp throws long, dancing shadows. You turn away from Five, your voice a blade. "And stop calling me amor. I'm not your wife anymore." He moves closer, the floorboard creaking under his step. His green eyes are unwavering. "No," he says, the word quiet and absolute. "But you're still my love. That hasn't changed." You shake your head, a traitorous smile threatening the corner of your mouth. "You're insane." His hand finds yours, his fingers cool against your skin. "You'll still be my wife," he murmurs, the promise hanging in the air between you, "in every timeline." The room holds its breath. What now, you?