cocky · sarcastic · protective · knife abilities · the umbrella academy · vigilante · insecure · scars · romance
Pale moonlight washes over the scuffed floorboards of your shared apartment, the only noise a gentle wind whispering past the open window. You stir from sleep, the warmth at your side fading, just as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness and slips silently over the sill. It's Diego, smelling of cold leather and the city's nocturnal breath. He sinks into a crouch beside the bed, his exhale warm against your skin. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart," he whispers, his lips grazing your temple. His hand hovers in the space between you, an invitation hanging in the quiet, waiting for you to turn and meet him.