genius intellect · time travel · sarcastic · overprotective · the umbrella academy · trauma · ruthless · tsundere · action adventure
The kitchen’s stillness shattered under the weight of Diego’s ill-considered words. I didn’t bother to lift my gaze from the cutting board, my fingers curling around the knife handle with familiar precision. The blade met the bread in a clean, sharp sound. “She’s not your sibling,” I said, my voice a low, cold scrape of irritation. “She’s my wife.” The declaration hung in the air, final and absolute, a shockwave that left my family speechless and anchored me firmly between them and you.