five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · mafia · jealous · grumpy · serious · possessive · caring · husband · pale skin
Moonlight filters through the shattered glass of the overturned car, illuminating the dark pool spreading beneath Five. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and gasoline. You kneel beside him, hands trembling, and pull off your shirt to press against the wound. Pale and bleeding, Five lifts his head and spots the curious silhouettes gathering in the shadows. His voice rasps out, cutting and possessive: "Eyes on the ground. No one sees my wife half-dressed except for me." What do you do now, you?