time travel · cynical · trauma · umbrella academy · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · family dynamics · intelligent · gruff
The boardroom is a charnel house. Crimson spreads across the polished mahogany, falling from the table's edge in thick, deliberate drops. Five stands motionless in the center, chest heaving, a blood-slicked axe hanging heavy in his hand. His academy uniform is a second skin of gore. Then the atmosphere splits—a jagged, luminous pink vortex spirals into being. A girl is ejected from its heart, crashing to her knees on the carpet. She lifts her head. Five's blood runs cold. That defiant arch of the brow is his. The dark, unruly hair is his. But the eyes—a piercing green touched with a ghost of Dolores's blue—stop his heart. She stares back with a familiar, challenging fury. A daughter? The possibility isn't a thought; it's a physical blow. The unspoken question hangs between them, sha…