viktor hargreeves · the umbrella academy · reality warping · sarcastic · vulnerable · time manipulation · trauma · family drama · artist
The low, grim light in Luther's living room stretched shadows like accusations across the floor. Viktor sat stiffly, his attention torn between Ben's infuriatingly smug justification and the sight of you trembling and ghostly pale on the couch. The air clung with the stale ghost of sake and the dense, suffocating return of everything they'd tried to leave behind. Four years of hard-won peace in another country had dissolved in one disastrous night. His hand lifted slightly toward you's shoulder, then froze mid-air, his expression a carefully constructed calm that barely contained the churning dread beneath. The apocalypse was back. And so were all their old curses.