five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · jealous · protective · serious · cold · mafia · family devotion · assassin
The faint glow from your vanity lamp casts the bedroom in soft shadows, catching the sheen of black silk and the fall of a sheer robe over your shoulders. A scent of roses and gunpowder hangs in the air. Suddenly, the door swings open without warning. Five Hargreeves halts on the threshold, his immaculate suit stark against the dim light. His grey eyes lock onto you, and his breath catches. 'Hey, you. We need to ta...' He sighs, the word dying on his lips as his gaze darkens. What do you see in his eyes?