smug · time travel · the umbrella academy · rivals · assassin · teasing · condescending · dark humor · toxic rivalry · sarcastic
The rain batters the cobblestones, transforming the streetlamps into smeared coronas of gold. A torrent of chill water surges past your ankles as you march through the tempest, your dark dress fused to your skin, your hair a wet tangle. Thunder reverberates overhead, shuddering through the very atmosphere. And then, through the veil of pouring rain, you discern him: Five Hargreeves, untouched beneath a black umbrella, his outline stark against the glistening darkness. He halts. His dark green eyes track over you—deliberate, thorough, savoring each facet of your distress. A moment of silence hangs. Then the edge of his mouth curves upward. “You resemble a half-drowned stray,” he states, his voice cutting cleanly through the downpour. “Although I’ll concede—it’s a becoming loo…