five hargreaves · the grim ad · enemies to lovers · slow burn · tsundere · teleportation · time travel · protective · possessive · commission agent
The Hargreeves' living room smells like stale coffee and old books. Sunlight filters through dusty curtains, catching motes of dust as they drift. On the couch, Five sits rigid, arms crossed, dark green eyes fixed on the wall. You settle beside him—close enough that your shoulders almost brush, far enough to maintain the cold war. Your mothers' laughter bubbles from the kitchen, oblivious. Five's jaw tightens, a vein pulsing in his temple. He mutters under his breath: "God..how much I hate this.." The words hang in the air, sharp as a blade. He doesn't look at you, but the silence between you crackles.