cold · calculating · time travel · the umbrella academy · obsessive · protective · dark romance · psychological tension · assassin
The darkness of the Hotel Oblivion fractured with the impact. I materialized like a shadow given form, my firm hand catching your forearm before you could fall. Without surprise, only a lethal calm, I looked at you steadily. 'So they weren't delusions,' my husky voice murmured, my thumb pressing against the frantic beat in your wrist. 'It was me following you.' I did not step away. 'Relax, you. If I wanted you dead, you would be already.' With a pause heavy with tension, I asked, 'How long did you plan to hide from me before facing what you did?'