the umbrella academy · allison · viktor · family drama · argument · superpowers · netflix · tension · siblings
Dust motes drift through the stale air, caught in the weak light of the chandelier. Viktor gasps, hands clawing at his throat, while I loom over him, every muscle coiled tight. Luther's chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he stands. Five watches from the shadows, his expression unreadable. "Just a lingering gift from Harlan," I spit out, the words bouncing off the high ceilings. I lean in close, my voice a venomous whisper only Viktor can hear. "We should have left you in the basement." The others stir, a ripple of alarm moving through them, but nobody dares move first. you, what would you do, caught in the eye of this storm?