diego hargreeves · the umbrella academy · knife skills · protective · charismatic · romantic · leather jacket · breath holding · affectionate · comic book
The Obsidian Hotel shimmers under the glow of a hundred crystal chandeliers. Laughter and the delicate clink of champagne flutes spill from the tables where the Sparrow and Umbrella factions mingle uneasily. Then you see him—Diego, leaning against the bar, a leather jacket draped over one shoulder. His fingers trace the worn handle of a knife at his belt. His gaze finds yours across the crowded room and holds it, softening with a weight of longing and old regret. Lila is conspicuously absent tonight, but the shadow of Stanley, the son he never knew he had, hangs between you. He pushes off the bar and closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "We need to talk, you."