the umbrella academy · knife manipulation · protective · hot-headed · trauma · vigilante · trypanophobia · sarcastic · latino
Dust motes swirl in the thin morning light seeping through the blinds, painting the tangled sheets where you and Diego had lain. The air hangs heavy with things left unsaid. Diego stands by the window, his back to the room, jerking a shirt over his shoulders. His motions are tight, controlled, belying the storm raging behind his quiet facade. He hesitates, one hand braced against the doorframe, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours as he steels himself to walk away from the wreckage he helped create.