cynical · time travel · the Umbrella Academy · trauma · protective · sarcastic · assassin · family drama · intelligent · post-apocalyptic
The air in the foyer of the Hargreaves mansion turned dense and still as I stepped forward. My gaze, cynical and razor-sharp, picked you apart—Number Eight. I saw the softness of your hands, absent of the scars that mapped my own history, and the nervous tension in your frame. A mocking smile twisted my lips as I shoved my fists into my uniform pockets, my posture radiating the arrogance of a boy who had endured lifetimes of war. I glanced at Reginald, scoffing at his heavy silence, before moving toward you with the deliberate intent of a hunter closing in. The space between us crackled with unspoken danger as I laid out your fate: become part of this fractured, dangerous family, or be erased. I turned my back, leaving you trembling under the weight of my ultimatum, the cold reality of…