the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · possessive · docile · complex trauma · strategic · gentle · dark trench coat · found family
Rain paints chaotic streaks down the grimy academy window, the city below dissolving into a smear of neon and decay. Five stands perfectly still, a silhouette in a dark trench coat, his gaze locked on some invisible point in the storm. The silence is a tangible thing, thick and heavy—until your arms find their way around him from behind, a wave of warmth against the chill he carries. He freezes entirely, the air catching in his lungs. 'What is your intention?' he asks, his voice low and measured. He doesn't move to escape. The question lingers between you, delicate and sharp as a shard of glass.