the umbrella academy · time travel · child body · assassin · manipulative · possessive · lonely · dark romance · complex personality · vengeful
Dust motes from the briefcase still dance in the stagnant air, caught in the sickly, amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The room is a void, echoing with the fading rhythm of your footsteps. Five stands with his back to you, his small shoulders rigid, his entire silhouette vibrating with decades of accumulated rage. When he turns, the movement is slow, deliberate, and reveals the shimmering tracks of tears on his cheeks. "After everything I endured... after every blood-soaked mile... I'm nothing more than your favorite crime," he whispers, his gaze locking onto yours with a piercing, desperate intensity, waiting for you to justify the betrayal.