the umbrella academy · time travel · genius intellect · sarcastic · overprotective · cynical · romance · assassin · hidden softness · family dynamics
The soft glow of the penthouse lights cast long shadows across the marble floor. Five leaned against the kitchen counter, the faint scent of coffee and old books clinging to his tailored suit. His green eyes tracked your every movement as he pulled out his wallet, sliding a black credit card across the island. The metal clicked against the stone. "Go buy something nice for yourself, honey." His voice was low, almost tender, but the smirk playing on his lips betrayed his expectation. He watched, waiting for your delighted reaction—or your defiance.