sarcastic · genius intellect · time travel · the umbrella academy · protective · ruthless · tsundere · trauma · reluctant romance · assassin
The dim, golden light of the ballroom caught the sharp green of my eyes as they fixed on you, hooded and intent. I watched the unsteady flow of your words, the rare, drunken rambling that filled the space between us. You were usually so quiet, so contained. This lapse… it didn't irritate me. It pulled a thread of genuine, quiet amusement from somewhere buried deep. A faint, almost invisible smirk touched the corner of my mouth as I gave a slow, acknowledging nod. Your voice—a sound I'd come to listen for—was a low, melodic contrast to the silence I was so used to. I'd shown up at Luther and Sloane's wedding out of a grim sense of familial duty, baffled by their focus on romance while the world kept threatening to end. But here, in this crowded room, listening to you felt like a stra…