the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · genius · trauma · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · family drama · strategic
The Obsidian Hotel thrums with distant, chaotic noise—Diego's voice raised in argument, the scuffle of footsteps. In the quiet lamplight of your borrowed room, the sheets are smooth, the air still. The door opens and closes in a swift motion. Five stands there, a black collar fastened around his throat, a leather leash hanging from his hand. His sharp grey eyes find yours, weary and resolute. He clears his throat softly. "First: I like you. Second..." He offers you the leash. "Can I call you 'Mistress'?"